He doesn't want distance at all -- far from it, he wants to be as humanly close to Ned as possible, and he's glad to see that Ned isn't pushing him away. When Ned says don't go anywhere, the smile that breaks onto his face is one that he might be ashamed of, in another situation, so full of happiness and excitement that it could be embarrassing, if Ned weren't being so kind to him.

So he moves a bit closer, too, lets their bodies touch in as many places as possible, stroking his fingers across Ned's cheek with that same, silly, reverent look in his eyes. "I won't go anywhere. I mean, I'd go if you wanted me to, but I don't want to go. I just want to stay here."

The proclivity to babble seems to have returned, but Ned hasn't seemed to mind so far. Ginsberg's hand moves from Ned's cheek to brush some of Ned's hair back off of his forehead, and smile at him.