Bryan sucked in a deep breath once they were outside, still leaning against Frederick more than probably necessary. He slowly shook his head, "No, no. No." he brought them to a stop, unable to walk and shake his head at the same time without feeling like he was going to lose the contents of his stomach on the sidewalk. "I'm just feeling a little drunk." he muttered, being surprisingly clear for a moment. "Hot, tired, a little dizzy. I'm okay, I'll be okay, I just need to lay down for a while." he swayed a little as they stood there and the only way he could think to remedy that swaying was to walk again.
He reached a hand up with the intention of removing Frederick's arm from around him, but found that took too much effort so he simply settled for resting a hand atop his. "Thanks," he mumbled. "It was too loud in there, can we go somewhere more quiet. Did you bring your car, I can drive us home. Where did you park?" he went on because he found he couldn't keep his mouth closed.