He has to laugh when Ned breaks away, because it's so sweet, somehow, that Ned cares enough about his comfort to be asking him about his eye at a moment like this one. "Believe me, I'm not thinking about my eye. It feels fine. It feels great. Never better."

And at that moment, that's pretty much true, because how could he possibly be thinking about how his eye feels when Ned's holding him close like that and going for another kiss? "Unless you want some ice for your nose. We could get you that."

That said, though, he's not going anywhere, not even for ice, unless Ned tells him to. He's still so unsure about where to put his hands, and a little in awe of the fact that Ned seems to manage it so seemingly effortlessly, with the way his arms are around his waist and his hand's resting on the small of his back. There's a moment of indecision as he tries to figure out just what to do with his arms, with his hands, because really, no one's ever sat him down and explained the play by play description of how this is supposed to go or where all these extraneous limbs are supposed to fit in. After a few seconds, though, he rests a hand on Ned's shoulder -- that seems like a good place, a solid place -- and goes for another kiss.