"It's not disappointing," Ned says, taking a small step closer, slowly, as if it were a living thing and he was trying to be respectful of its personal space. "It's different. You can see the paint standing out, it's not... flat, like it is when you're just seeing a picture."

He turns to Ginsberg then, sees him watching intently and smiles, a little shyly, "That's probably a completely tedious and obvious thing to notice, isn't it?" But Ginsberg hasn't laughed at him yet. Not today, not the last time they'd been together, either. That's... nice. That's something Ned could see himself getting used to, in time.