Maybe that's one of the few benefits to being so inexperienced: he really has no preconceived notions at all of how this should go, no expectations beyond simply doing what feels right at the time. Sure, he's not going to stop questioning himself and wonder whether he's doing things right, but he's certainly open to whatever Ned suggests. It's all an adventure to him, all new and all exciting.

When Ned finally divests himself of his shirt and his undershirt, he really has no choice but to draw back a little and stare in admiration. Because while he has, of course, seen shirtless guys before, countless times, he never has in a situation like this, and that coupled with the fact that Ned's pretty damn good to look at practically knocks him off his feet. "Wow, you're... Kind of perfect," he says, and trails a hand across Ned's chest, and as much as it could easily sound like a cheesy line, he means it entirely, and there's complete honesty on his face as he says it.

That makes it easier for him to nod when Ned asks about making it even, and get started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt even as Ned untucks it. He's still having a hard time stopping from staring at Ned, but he tries not to seem overly enthusiastic.