He's impressed, in a distant way, that Ginsberg put the pieces together so easily. He hadn't explicitly said it, after all. Just that he was having a bad day, didn't want to go to a party, didn't want to think about costumes or any of that. But it's easier if he's worked it out on his own, because Ned doesn't have to explain and feel silly and worthless trying to do so. Instead, he can just nod in confirmation.
"Pretty much what I do every year," he admits, adds, "Though... I'm usually doing it by myself."
Ned leads Ginsberg in to the living room, sits with him on the couch. "I made tea. If you want any." There are two mugs, faintly steaming, sitting on the coffee table. Ned picks up his own, just to have something to do with his hands, but doesn't drink any.
"I'll go with you to the next work party, promise. If you still want me to, I mean." Maybe by the time it rolls around Ginsberg will be sick of him, after all, will have moved on to someone new and better. Just as Ned's about to go on, ask Ginsberg something relatively normal - how was his day, what is he working on at work, etc - there is a knocking at the door. Ned glances in that direction, but doesn't move. They'll go away eventually, he thinks.
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"Pretty much what I do every year," he admits, adds, "Though... I'm usually doing it by myself."
Ned leads Ginsberg in to the living room, sits with him on the couch. "I made tea. If you want any." There are two mugs, faintly steaming, sitting on the coffee table. Ned picks up his own, just to have something to do with his hands, but doesn't drink any.
"I'll go with you to the next work party, promise. If you still want me to, I mean." Maybe by the time it rolls around Ginsberg will be sick of him, after all, will have moved on to someone new and better. Just as Ned's about to go on, ask Ginsberg something relatively normal - how was his day, what is he working on at work, etc - there is a knocking at the door. Ned glances in that direction, but doesn't move. They'll go away eventually, he thinks.