Well, that's unexpected. Ned's not laughing at him or trying to get rid of him. In fact, he seems not at all put off by the stumbling confession that, when Ginsberg says he has no idea what he's doing, he's not at all exaggerating. "Everything isn't a helpful answer, in terms of what I want to try, is it? I mean, it's true, but it's one of those non-answer-answers that..."

Another deep breath, and he falls into silence again, although he can't seem to keep his hands still, and they keep running across Ned's shoulders, then trailing across his chest, then fiddling with his hair. Finally, he manages to stop the movements long enough to tug at Ned's shirt slightly, and amend his previous statement.

"Everything is still the answer, but I've been wondering for awhile what you look like without that shirt, and I'd, uh, I'd like to see it."

And he's more than happy -- eager, even -- to help Ned get that shirt off if need be. That's a step in the right direction, right?