He wasn't sure what had just passed between the two of them, but he was sure that it had been something relatively important, if the look on Fred's face was anything to go by. It saddened him a little since he didn't know what had transpired and would likely never remember. "Yeah, I'm okay. That's a really mean thing to do to somebody though." he mumbled as Frederick started them off again. He didn't really notice if Fred was feeling any effects of the things he had likely been drinking, the other man usually being so bright an energetic anyway, but there did seem to be a little less than steadiness to him when they continued on, half leaning on the taller man.
"That's like when I got beat up." he continued though it was long enough after that one could easily believe that he was talking about something new. "Friend's dad called me about a car so I rode my bike over there, when I got there he led me to the back yard where these guys were waiting with baseball bats. After they beat me up they took me to a construction site and drove one of those forklifts and whatever over me to break my legs and just left me there. Occasionally they would come back with new guys and beat me again, but by the time morning came they left me for dead." why he was saying all this he wasn't completely sure, but he believed it to have something to do with the idea that he had nearly been used by the blonde man earlier.
By the time he finished they were in the hotel and he found himself staring longingly at the couches in the lobby, wanting desperately to lay down on one of them.