When Ned wobbles like that, he reaches out a hand to catch Ned's elbow if he has to. It's an instinctive movement as much as it is a possible excuse to touch him. Ginsberg's never had a problem with casual touch. There have been countless times he's had to restrain himself from flinging his arms around his coworkers, and whenever he talks with his hands -- which is almost always -- he finds himself putting his hand on someone's shoulder or arm. There're a lot of words to describe him, but 'reserved' wouldn't be one of them.

"Yeah, maybe it's that. The thing is, I'm not even that great at selling stuff to people." He's amazed to find that he can walk relatively well, and doesn't feel particularly wobbly, but maybe that's just because his perceptions are altered from the drinks anyway. For all he knows, he could be stumbling as he follows Ned, letting him lead the way.

"I mean, my words are good at selling things. My personality..." He shrugs effusively, laughing. "Some people like it. Sometimes when I do a pitch to a company, my creative director glares at me the whole time so that I don't come off too weird. Seems to be working out okay for me so far, though. Although this is the first agency I've worked at that hasn't fired me. Yet."