"Yeah, there're trashcans all over the place. I'm pretty sure I've iced my eye as much as I possibly can without freezing it off." And, true to Ned's prediction, he is developing quite the bruise. It's already darkening, more purple than red now, and it's going to be blatantly obvious for a couple days. In terms of how it looks, Ned's fared a lot better -- his nose isn't quite as awful looking as it could be, although it's still evident he's been punched in the face.

When Ned turns around to look at the painting, he can't help but smile at Ned's surprise and how pleased he sounds about it. He looks at the painting, too, nodding. "Does it look like you would have imagined it did? I mean, I know sometimes people're disappointed by seeing stuff in the museum, because they've got this idea of how it should look from the reproductions of it they've seen, so I hope this one doesn't disappoint you."

It's strange, how he's almost taking on personal responsibility for Ned's feeling about the painting, and desperately hoping that it doesn't disappoint him, but then, he's always been good at taking on feelings like that.