Ned wakes up later than he's accustomed to do. There are many reasons for that: the booze, the excitement, the fact that he's curled around a very warm and still-sleeping Ginsberg. He opens his eyes but doesn't move, afraid that in doing so he might wake the other man. They've shifted in their sleep so that Ginsberg's back is pressed to his chest, Ned's arm held close to his chest. It feels rather lovely, and he stays there for as long as he can.

When he does pull away he does it as carefully as possible, trying not to jostle Ginsberg too badly. He grabs a piece of paper from somewhere and scrawls a quick note, nothing more or less than Good morning! It's silly, really, and there's no need to do it, but Ned lets himself follow that impulse. He leaves it on the bedside table while he heads off for a shower.