Of course, the problem was, Peter got there a little too quickly. Well, it wasn't that he got there too quickly, it was more he tried to help Nathan up too fast. The sudden movements, coupled with the jarring of his crash-landing, made Nathan lose what control he had, at least physically. The alcohol was really catching up with him now, and before he could stop it, the former senator doubled over, losing quite a bit of the contents of his stomach . . . much of which ended up on Peter's shoes. Peter's poor, poor shoes. If he'd been in his right mind right then, Nathan would have been mortified.
As it was, all he could do was wince by the time he was done, and mutter a little "'msorry . . ."