He nods, smiles, can't quite hide the fact that he's almost overjoyed in being asked to stay, because he'd been hoping that's what Ned would ask him, been hoping that he'd have a chance to comfort Ned for a prolonged period of time. "Yeah, I'd like to stay."
But because Ned had put all of those qualifications on it, he feels the need to address them all, one by one, ticking off the reasons on his fingers why those possible outs Ned had given him don't apply at all. "There's no reason I'd need to be at home, work is always busy, but if other people can come to work stoned, I can come to work after staying over with someone, and as for not wanting to, now I do think you're crazy. Of course I want to."
He laughs just a little at that; not because he thinks he is crazy, but because Ginsberg agrees so readily, so vehemently. Almost like he really does want to be here. Like everything he's been saying is true, and he doesn't mind seeing Ned in such a low moment.
"We should do something stupid like... watch a movie or play cards or... have you had dinner, I could cook you something?"
Cooking people food is, after all, one of the primary ways of showing affection that Ned knows. It's always worked for him, because it's something he's good at, something that bypasses all his insecurities and neuroses and lets him make people happy.
"We can do all of those things. At once, maybe, if you want, although that might take a lot of concentration, so maybe we should do them one after another. I haven't eaten yet, but you don't have to make me anything. Unless you're going to make something for yourself, in which case, I'd definitely eat something."
And he's not a particularly picky eater, either, although even if he were, he's sure that from what he's experienced of Ned's piemaking abilities, his cooking skills are just about perfect, too.
"We can put something on TV if you want. Something distracting. I bet there's a movie on."
Hopefully a movie that has nothing to do with Halloween.
"How about cooking first, TV after, and cards last." Ned knows he'll have to get up to make Ginsberg dinner, and he's actually happy about having a task, something to focus his mind on, someone to be with him. But that means moving out of his arms, and he's reluctant to do that. So he clings for just a minute more before, with a squeeze of gratitude, he pulls away, nods in the direction of the kitchen, wordlessly asking Ginsberg to follow.
Once they're there he starts pulling things from the cabinets, glad of the activity. As he does, he finds himself saying, "At the school I'd sneak out of bed all the time to cook at night. Most of the time I made pies, but I taught myself to make other stuff, too. This is a recipe I came up with when I was like, thirteen. Don't worry, though," Ned darts a glance over his shoulder, smiles, "It's good. You'll like it."
"Okay, sure, that sounds like a great plan. Anything you want."
Coming from someone else, that almost might come across as sounding sarcastic -- people very rarely say that unless they're being comically deferential or mocking someone, at least, in Ginsberg's experience -- but coming from him, he really means it. Whatever Ned thinks will be the best route towards feeling better is the route he wants to take, and he follows Ned willingly into the kitchen, grabbing one of the chairs from the table and turning it around to sit on it backwards, arms crossed across the back of it to watch Ned as he cooks.
"I like just about everything. And believe me, I trust that your cooking's good. It has to be better than mine, anyway. I mean, I try, but I can only manage the basics. You wouldn't be impressed."
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But because Ned had put all of those qualifications on it, he feels the need to address them all, one by one, ticking off the reasons on his fingers why those possible outs Ned had given him don't apply at all. "There's no reason I'd need to be at home, work is always busy, but if other people can come to work stoned, I can come to work after staying over with someone, and as for not wanting to, now I do think you're crazy. Of course I want to."
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"We should do something stupid like... watch a movie or play cards or... have you had dinner, I could cook you something?"
Cooking people food is, after all, one of the primary ways of showing affection that Ned knows. It's always worked for him, because it's something he's good at, something that bypasses all his insecurities and neuroses and lets him make people happy.
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And he's not a particularly picky eater, either, although even if he were, he's sure that from what he's experienced of Ned's piemaking abilities, his cooking skills are just about perfect, too.
"We can put something on TV if you want. Something distracting. I bet there's a movie on."
Hopefully a movie that has nothing to do with Halloween.
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Once they're there he starts pulling things from the cabinets, glad of the activity. As he does, he finds himself saying, "At the school I'd sneak out of bed all the time to cook at night. Most of the time I made pies, but I taught myself to make other stuff, too. This is a recipe I came up with when I was like, thirteen. Don't worry, though," Ned darts a glance over his shoulder, smiles, "It's good. You'll like it."
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Coming from someone else, that almost might come across as sounding sarcastic -- people very rarely say that unless they're being comically deferential or mocking someone, at least, in Ginsberg's experience -- but coming from him, he really means it. Whatever Ned thinks will be the best route towards feeling better is the route he wants to take, and he follows Ned willingly into the kitchen, grabbing one of the chairs from the table and turning it around to sit on it backwards, arms crossed across the back of it to watch Ned as he cooks.
"I like just about everything. And believe me, I trust that your cooking's good. It has to be better than mine, anyway. I mean, I try, but I can only manage the basics. You wouldn't be impressed."