The man let Bryan go and he moved on unsteady legs behind Frederick, happy to no longer be the center of a unpleasant tug of war. The man who had been holding to Bryan now grabbed at the arm that belonged to the metallic claw that was holding him up. His face turned pink then a red, "Shit." he coughed out, desperately trying to pull himself free of Frederick's grasp. "I didn't mean nothing by it," he was still sputtering and kicking his feet. "Just looking for some company, just like he was. Wasn't gonna do anything unless he was up for it. Fuck, he didn't tell me he belonged to somebody! You've gotta believe me."
Bryan was feeling very warm and very tired, his legs were a little wobbly so he merely rested his forehead against the back of Fred's shoulder, trying to breathe in and out steadily. It wasn't until he heard the man Fred was holding gurgle that he looked up, getting up on his toes to watch the man change colors. "Freeeddyy," he whined into his ear. "Let's go, I don't feel well." he blinked dumbly, slightly distracted by how the man he was leaning against could change parts of himself.
"Let him go, Freddy," he murmured, softly pleading. "You kill him and we can't go home. I need to get home, Reed is gonna be worried, I promised I would be good for him while we lived together."