[ Peter frowns down at the kid for a second – sympathetic, this time, rather than disapproving – and he lets out a breath. ]

Everyone fucks up on their first night drinking.

[ This, offered a little sagely. ]

At least the worst that came of tonight, so far, is that you barfed up a plate of nachos.

You're fine, kid, even if it probably doesn't feel like it. You're doin' way better than I did my first time.

[ Not that he can offer this with any real authority. His first time getting drunk is... hazy, at best. Completely gone, at worst. ]