( peter reaches out with those reflexes, gripping hold of harry's arm before he can topple right off the other side of the roof. his grip tightens on harry, and peter just shakes his head slightly with a slow smile pulling across his face even though there's no hiding the worry in his expression. the dark brown of his eyes somehow darken with it as he keeps a constant eye on harry, looking to remove the bottle from his hand if he can. )

Oh, y'know. You're just standing on the edge of the roof looking like you're gonna take a dive, and I don't see a parachute on ya.

( he gives harry a tug back on to the roof where he can have his feet on solid ground again. peter takes a step back, swallows, but keeps a hold of his friend. his gaze darts over the side of the roof and then back to harry. )

What'd you need me for? Cause if you wanted me to go too, I gotta tell you... I'm gonna need a bungee chord at least.