It's hard to quiet his mind down long enough to stop worrying about whether he's doing this right and just concentrate on doing it, but his confidence grows slightly as he realizes that he is doing it, and that Ned isn't pulling away or shoving him away in disgust or laughing at him or doing any number of things that he could possibly and perhaps expectedly do. He leans into the kiss, finally allowing his hand to rest on Ned's shoulder -- it's somewhat of an awkward gesture, but it's where his indecisive hand had landed.

When Ned breaks away, grinning, and takes him by the wrist, the only logical thing to do is follow, mind spinning, and the room around them spinning just a little, too. That thing he'd said about not tripping over the rug because it was totally cliched apparently doesn't apply, because as they head down the hall towards Ned's bedroom, he manages to catch his feet in the rug and stumble, though he stays upright. It's the alcohol. It has to be the alcohol. Either that or the excitement of everything else.

If Ned sits down on the bed, that means that he's within his rights to close any distance between them and, still standing, lean down and kiss Ned again, right? And he's definitely allowed to put his hand on the back of Ned's head to pull him closer, he thinks -- it's that thing about touching he has, and right now, he feels very inclined to touch Ned.