When Harry held onto him to keep from falling, Faelan grabbed him with both hands around his middle, steadying him. He held him up more with strength than sobriety, as he had to take a second to find his balance against the back of the booth as well.
"Proba'ly a bad idea to drink more'n we can piss out at a time, yeah?" Faelan asked, grinning. "Don' think Pamma'd be to proud'a us, or your friend Hermid...Harmi...the girl." Laughing as he followed Harry along the wall toward the stairs, he added, "But Sirius would!"