"I hope you're right," Noah answered softly, "the hotel-factor is the only thing that freaks me out about the whole thing," he confided in Stiles. Was Phasma capable of fighting off hordes of enemies with a child in tow? Absolutely. Did he want his new kid exposed to that environment? Not so much. "I just want the whole thing to be as normal as possible and give us a chance to do this right," he said with a small sigh.
"Change isn't always bad," Noah replied with a slight shrug, "though I suspect I'll be mildly sleep-deprived, but that's not new." He could tell there was an element of Stiles that was worried about all of this, perhaps that he thought he'd forget his first family. "I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what, Stiles, that will never change," even when he was old and grey, Noah would be at his son's side the moment he was asked. "You and me, we're solid and I hope we can embrace a new person into that," cause there was no amount of love that was too much for a child.