"I figured you'd be almost passed out and drunk when you got yours," Noah said with a grin, "but I'm glad you're unscathed, for now." He didn't know how difficult it had been for Scott to be tattooed but he knew his kid and needles. Stiles would need to be seriously out of it to do something like that, but it wasn't impossible.
Noah gave a nod of agreement. It hadn't been long since they'd started seeing one another but this environment was like a pressure cooker. Everyone crowded in, close and living together, it felt like longer. "It feels like more," he told Stiles with a smile. "She's a good woman and this is a huge deal, so I don't expect you to have it all together right away. Hell, I'm not sure I do yet, but luckily you've got some time to come to terms with having a brother or sister in the world," Noah told him. "You're going to be an awesome big brother," he said with a knowing smile, "and you'll probably coach the kid in the many ways to get around your old man too," he said giving Stiles' knee a squeeze.