When Ned gets out of the shower, he comes into his bedroom expecting to see Ginsberg still asleep, but finds the bed empty. Judging by the smell of coffee filtering through the air, he has an idea what he might be up to. Ned smiles, likes having someone in the apartment in the morning, gets dressed quickly and heads out to the tiny kitchen to join him.

There's something quite cute about Ginsberg standing there in his undershirt and boxers. Ned is beaming when he slouches his way in, hands in his pockets, Digby trotting in a few paces behind him to curl up on a pillow in a corner of the kitchen that is clearly his.

"Hi," Ned says, and there's a touch of awkwardness to it, but also friendliness and humor. "I woke you up, didn't I?"