"Good, I didn't come here to retire," he answered with a nod, "and now that you're living with Lydia I need something to keep me busy." If that was work, so be it, it would be good to see the youngsters making their own way, though he'd always be around if they needed guidance. "I thought you'd balk at the idea of bring-your-dad-to-work-day," Noah said with a chuckle, "but yeah, it would be kinda cool to work a case together. It would make a nice change from you keeping me out of the loop until the shit hits the fan," he said giving his son's shoulder a loving squeeze. "I get to call you crazy. I raised you and you're crazy!" Noah teased, flashing Stiles a grin to show he wasn't even slightly serious.
"I could point out that you're killing the planet instead with all that plastic," he replied with a smirk, "but mess-free is hard to argue with. Fake it is." Noah wasn't even going to try to deny spending Christmas with his family would be hard work for him. He was going to love it. "We're all about weird, aren't we? I think we'll handle it," he told Stiles encouragingly. "I think I'm going to like the new normal," he said with a nod, "so long as I don't get roped into washing up."
Noah wasn't quite sure what to make of that answer and his brow furrowed a little. "Are you telling me that a guy's struggling to figure out what a girl wants?" he asked with a snort of amusement. "Since Adam met Eve, it's been the same old story. Guess I'm going to have to keep an eye on him. Make sure he's not fucking up too much," he told Stiles with a grin. "You too, but that goes without saying."