Noah gave his son a half-smile and replied, "just try not to picture it too soon, huh? I have shit I want to do still." Even if this version of New York were smaller and without the coverage of the original he couldn't quite imagine it being so different. "Isn't population density more the issue? The more people are here the more likely they are to go batshit," he said with a knowing nod. It was one of the reasons he'd opted to stay in a small town, fewer horror scenes - which hadn't exactly worked out as planed. He raised an eyebrow, "are you kidding me?" Noah answered with a laugh, "I couldn't be more proud to see all my flaws and occasional gifts reflected in you, Stiles. It's almost magical, though mildly weird and disturbing at times."
He wrinkled his nose in disgust, "well I hope that particular plague is done with, cause I don't think I could handle those," Noah answered. He'd probably just run out of ammo and have to find some way of justifying discharging his weapon to the powers that be. Yikes.
"Well, traditionally 'together' means they're together!" he answered, giving Stiles a curious frown. "I know I haven't dated much in a while but have the rules really change so much?" Noah asked, wondering if he were about to get a lesson he really didn't want to hear from Stiles.
Noah grinned happily and sat back. "It's one of the joys of parenthood, so I'm told," he answered grinning. "Seeing your kids going through the same hell they put your through when they were kids and finding ways to top it while you sit back and fill them with sugar so that they turn up the volume to eleven." Oh yes, he was going to enjoy having grandchildren, one day. "All the mix means is that they'll have Lydia's brains and your energy. Good luck, kid," he said with a laugh. Yeah, he was totally getting ahead of himself but knowing Stiles was happy here meant absolutely everything to him. "Just don't put it off forever," he said softly, his smile waning ever-so-slightly, "you want to make the most of the time you have together."