Inspired by the art, well, that's at least a line Ned's never heard before. He doesn't say anything in response to that proposal, but he does meet Ginsberg's eyes (is that a blush he spots>), grinning and raising his eyebrows in a way that makes his enthusiastic agreement clear enough.
He's glad that Ginsberg seems quite wrapped up in the movements of the leaves that he sends scattering in all directions and through the air. It means he's less likely to notice the way Ned dodges to the side, away from the flurry of dead leaves, as if he were allergic to them. Which, in a way, he is. For certain definitions of 'allergic'. He's not having a repeat of the Eugene incident, thanks very much. There are many reasons why autumn is Ned's least favourite season, and this is definitely one of them.
Ned almost objects to Ginsberg paying for both the tickets, but in the end he lets him do it, tells himself that he'll pay for the next date. Then he thinks that it's probably a bad sign he's also thinking of a next date as a certainty. Not bad because he doesn't want it to happen, but bad because he does. Badly. What happened to his strategy of not getting his hopes up so no one could possibly let him down?
He follows Ginsberg's example and stuffs the peas into his jacket pocket, hoping they don't get it too soaked as they continue to melt. When Ginsberg tells him to choose where they are going first he finds himself oddly shy. Why if he suggests something that Ginsberg thinks is too plebian, or too unimportant, or...
But he screws up his courage, points to a particular room on the map.
"I always liked Tolouse-Lautrec," he admits, since it is one of the names listed for that particular section of the museum.
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He's glad that Ginsberg seems quite wrapped up in the movements of the leaves that he sends scattering in all directions and through the air. It means he's less likely to notice the way Ned dodges to the side, away from the flurry of dead leaves, as if he were allergic to them. Which, in a way, he is. For certain definitions of 'allergic'. He's not having a repeat of the Eugene incident, thanks very much. There are many reasons why autumn is Ned's least favourite season, and this is definitely one of them.
Ned almost objects to Ginsberg paying for both the tickets, but in the end he lets him do it, tells himself that he'll pay for the next date. Then he thinks that it's probably a bad sign he's also thinking of a next date as a certainty. Not bad because he doesn't want it to happen, but bad because he does. Badly. What happened to his strategy of not getting his hopes up so no one could possibly let him down?
He follows Ginsberg's example and stuffs the peas into his jacket pocket, hoping they don't get it too soaked as they continue to melt. When Ginsberg tells him to choose where they are going first he finds himself oddly shy. Why if he suggests something that Ginsberg thinks is too plebian, or too unimportant, or...
But he screws up his courage, points to a particular room on the map.
"I always liked Tolouse-Lautrec," he admits, since it is one of the names listed for that particular section of the museum.