As they wander the room, his eyes are on Ned as much as they're on the paintings. He's seen all of these paintings before, but he's never seen Ned's reactions to them, and he likes how animated Ned's face is, the way he lights up when he sees something he likes, how obviously he's enjoying himself. As someone who wears his heart on his sleeve far more than he should, he can appreciate it from Ned, secure in his knowledge that Ned won't judge or belittle him. It's comforting.

When they step into the room full of Biblical scenes, he can't help but laugh, too, and he's glad he's not the only one. "Yeah," he says, looking around, shaking his head, "There's definitely a pattern. A theme, even. See, I've always thought that this is part of the reason religion fucks people up -- look at how violent all of it is. Little kids see this stuff, and I'm pretty sure it gives them nightmares."

It's only after he says it that he realizes that, perhaps, he shouldn't be so quick to dismiss religion, because he has no idea of Ned's feelings about it. "Not that all religion's bad, I just think some of this stuff..." he gestures to the paintings, "... is pretty gruesome and dark for people to be seeing every day."