"I used to teach classes. When I was saving up to open my own place. It was all housewives and teenage girls with moms who want them to be housewives and the occasional guy hoping to impress a girl he wanted to be his housewife, but..." he shrugs, and his cheeks are hot from that compliment (he likes that Ginsberg thinks he's cute, says he's cute, because it's something Ned has heard plenty of times before, but almost always with an agenda, with strings attached, with connotations that made the words go sour).

"You couldn't possibly be worse than some of the people I've taught." He means it, too. There's a certain shyness, but also a certain enthusiasm in the way he suggests, "Maybe we could do that next time?" If there is a next time, which he wants there to be.