He follows Ned out of the museum, tossing his bag of melted peas into the trash when Ned does, laughing a little at how ridiculous all of it is, because the fact that they'd both been carrying around bags of frozen vegetables in their pockets due to his poor impulse control at a natural history museum is one of those things that rivals the fact that they'd met because he'd had pie tossed in his face for ridiculousness. He's come to accept, though, that a great many things about him are ridiculous, and the fact that Ned doesn't seem to mind any of those things is a huge bonus.

He's always liked the subway, oddly enough, never had a problem with being jostled against other people, but, of course, he prefers standing close to Ned than to anyone else. When he'd been younger, a high school student, he'd sometimes ditched school for the sake of riding the subway aimlessly, seeing where he could end up, and some of his best conversations have been in the subway, with complete strangers. He'd explain that to Ned, wondering what Ned would think about it, but it's really too noisy to talk, and anything he says he'd be sharing with all the people standing around them, too. So he settles for companionable silence, and lets himself be bumped against Ned a little.

When they're finally out of the subway and back aboveground, headed towards Ned's apartment, he can't contain the eager energy in his step, the stupid smile that keeps showing up on his face, and he feels compelled to explain it. "I know I probably look way too excited, and that's probably one of those things I'm not supposed to do, right? I mean, I'm supposed to play it cool, or whatever, but I figure you probably already noticed that I'm not cool, and you don't seem to mind."