"I'm a creative guy, but I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. None. The kissing thing I can do. Beyond that, it's all uncharted territory. I don't know how this is supposed to go. I mean, I know how it's supposed to go, I just don't know what you..."

Dammit. He's babbling again, and it requires some serious willpower to shut up and just lean his forehead against Ned's, hand on his shoulder, thinking that after saying all of that, there's no way Ned's going to want to continue. Ned's going to start laughing at him at any moment, right? He's going to make him leave, even though he'd just taken off his tie. It's inevitable. He braces himself for rejection, for feeling completely stupid.