Sorry? Reed was sorry? Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. The man had just come in at the eleventh hour to save his bacon and he was sorry... If Bryan could speak, he would tell him to shut it in no uncertain terms. But anyway, right now he was kind of busy being wibbly and really, truly fucking pathetic and just leaning towards Reed as if to cling to him like a damn baby. While whimpering like a stupid puppy. And Logan was there to see it. He would never live this down. Ever.
Whatever, not like Bryan had any pride or dignity left. At least he hadn't soiled his damn pants, he'd been so terrified that he might have. Besides... dude, Reed had just killed for him. It hadn't been at all like the last time, when those bullies had kicked the shit out of him but Reed had been too far away to do anything. He hadn't known. But now he had known, and he'd been looking for him, and he'd found him, and he'd killed a guy for him, and the bad guys didn't get him again. Fucking LOVE. He was crying again, because Reed was the best brother in the world. EVER. He could almost forgive himself for being useless right now and having to freaking be carried like a useless something that's useless.