For just a split second, as Ginsberg blinks up at him in seeming surprise, Ned wonders if he's made a misstep. It's one thing to joke and flirt and bring him here, but this is something else entirely. But then he's saying it would be great and Ned beams. With a nervous half-laugh, and one last moment of hesitation and fear, he closes the distance between their faces, kisses Ginsberg gently, curiously.

It's a little odd, because the two of them are both damp and cold-nosed from being outside, and Ned's never kissed a man with a mustache before. Odd, but not unpleasant. The kiss is a short one, and when they break apart, Ned leaves their foreheads touching.

"I've, uh. Been wanting to do that for a little while now," he admits. Ned lets go of that damp towel with one hand, brings it up to cup the side of Ginsberg's face as he kisses him again, tilting his head to the side a little, eyes slipping shut.