"You can go to sleep," he says, and as he says it, he feels a rush of tiredness come over him, too, one that leaves him blinking back his own exhaustion. "I think I will, too. If you don't mind."

He doesn't think Ned will mind, but he feels compelled to offer Ned one more out in case he really wants him to leave and doesn't know how to phrase it. He'd like to stay, though, would like to sleep next to Ned, pressed up this close against him, in a kind of intimacy that he's never really had with anyone else. There's enough space, after all -- Ned may be tall, but Ginsberg certainly isn't, and pressed this close, they can both lie here in sleep companionship.

Maybe that's why he finally lets his eyes drift shut, thinking that, if Ned really wants to kick him out, he'll do so regardless of whether his eyes are open or not.