Ned recognizes the out for what it is, and he appreciates it. There was a kind of churning in his gut, after he'd said yes, a regret that makes him glad Ginsberg offers an alternative.
The words come in a rush (Ginsberg might rattle on in various states of emotion, but Ned only ever gets this bad when he is quite unhappy), "In that case, I don't want to go. At all. I was trying to think of a way to tell you that without it sounding like I was just blowing you off, because I'm not. I really like that you invited me, and I do want to meet your coworkers and go places with, I'm just not-" he breaks off with an aggravated sigh, and Ginsberg may be able to hear the thunk of his forehead hitting the wall. Why is it so hard for him to just speak? "-fond of parties. Or... today," he finishes, weakly. By the end of that, he knows that some of the gloom that's got its hooks deep in him today has leaked into his voice, but there's not much he can do about that, is there?
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The words come in a rush (Ginsberg might rattle on in various states of emotion, but Ned only ever gets this bad when he is quite unhappy), "In that case, I don't want to go. At all. I was trying to think of a way to tell you that without it sounding like I was just blowing you off, because I'm not. I really like that you invited me, and I do want to meet your coworkers and go places with, I'm just not-" he breaks off with an aggravated sigh, and Ginsberg may be able to hear the thunk of his forehead hitting the wall. Why is it so hard for him to just speak? "-fond of parties. Or... today," he finishes, weakly. By the end of that, he knows that some of the gloom that's got its hooks deep in him today has leaked into his voice, but there's not much he can do about that, is there?
"Sorry."