Once more, Noah was learning about the world Phasma had emerged from and each time she opened up to him it altered the view of the place he had in his mind's eye. First he'd seen a place of starvation and war and then later the more communal living side had seemed to counter the harshness. This time Phasma was warning him that they might have trouble ahead and he felt himself bristle at the idea of interference.
"They don't have to approve, only accept," Noah said, his tone taking on a harshness Phasma had probably not heard from him before. He would protect his own from whatever forces wanted to inflict themselves on his child, whether by overstepping boundaries or being aggressive towards his child and partner. "There's always a spare place in my room if you want it," he told her more gently. "It might help establish a few boundaries if you're living with me," though Noah realised the hotel would make that decision for them, ultimately. "I do believe that desire is part of the moving process, though I wouldn't want you to leave your brother if you didn't want to," he made clear. If he had to camp outside Phasma's room and protect them, he'd do it.
"We do this our way," Noah said moving to meet her eyes. "This is our child, not theirs and we'll figure out what's right between us, Phasma. They don't get a say," he said slightly harshly. "I've got your back, however you want to do this, but for my part a stable family is the core for me," he said with less passion. "It's something I never had myself and I couldn't give it to Stiles either, so if I can, I'd like to give it to this nibblet," he said with a smile.