Peter couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation they were in. "Considering we're saving him from a murder charge," he pointed out, "I'm not really too worried about helping him out more than that. He was a complete ass tonight, and he needs to learn from it." It was quite possibly the strictest he had ever been with Nathan. He tended to buckle when it came to his brother, but he was standing firm on this. Nathan couldn't just do things like this and not face any sort of consequences. Of course, consequences didn't typically mean waking up in a puddle of vomit in a park with no shoes, but Nathan was a special case.
"Thank you for doing this," he told Adam as he watched the older man work. He went ahead and made sure Noah's neck was straightened out, to help the healing go quicker, then he stood up, waiting. It took a little while, but the abrasions healed and the bones of Noah's neck shifted slightly, the injury to the back of his head closing up. Finally, Noah groaned and opened his eyes, looking around. "You, of all people, shouldn't call me old, Monroe." Yes, he had heard their conversation while he'd been standing there with Death.