The babbling doesn't bother him at all, but it's pretty clear that Ned is fighting off a wave of fatigue, blinking in increasingly slow intervals, a faint smile on his face. Most times and most places he isn't fond of having his face touched, but right now it isn't so bad at all.

"Good. Stay."

It's not a large bed, but there's room for the two of them, particularly when they are twined this close. Ned yawns, says in a bleary sort of way, "Sorry I'm one of those guys who can't keep his eyes open after." He notices Ginsberg moving his hair from his face, says, "'s nice." Then, seeming to return to his previous thought, he adds, "...know it's rude to go to sleep right after..."