Frederick didn't usually lose his cool quite this easily. Damn Bryan for making him do this, he thought. In the heat of the moment, he wasn't really stopping to think of all the implications of what had just happened here. He generally felt too much introspection was a colossal waste of time anyway. Still, he wanted to say some more choice words to Big Bird here, but Bryan whining in his ear was hard to ignore. And he'd just said he didn't feel well. Maybe this asshole had drugged his drink or something. Frederick bared his teeth at the man and let him go. "If I find out you put something in his drink, I'm gonna come back and find you, you hear?" he ground out just before he turned to check on Bryan.
"Are you okay?" he asked Bryan softly, his eyes full of concern. Well, softly inside this bar meant he wasn't screaming at the top of his lungs to be heard. "What are you feeling? Do I have to take you to a hospital? Come on, let's get out of here," he finally said. Frederick wrapped a protective arm around Bryan's shoulders and led him out, glaring at anyone who looked their way. He walked with a hunched over posture, quite literally guarding Bryan with his body until they were outside and away from the crowd. He then eyed Bryan up and down again, unable to help himself. He'd been around users and abusers too often not to get paranoid in situations like these. "Did he hurt you?"