"Hell if I know," Noah answered with a laugh, "but I know it won't be fishing. Maybe I'll learn another language or something," he said with a shrug. "All I know is I'm not nearly done with breathing," he told his son. Noah wrinkled his nose trying to understand what he was being told. "So the apartment building is all we have to police? I guess that makes for lots of coffee breaks?" he said wondering how they were going to fill time without going barking mad. "Scary is a whole other level! Just mild disturbance, that's all," he said laughing along with his son.
Every month? Jeez! "Expect me to get grouchy from time to time," he warned with a shake of his head. Noah couldn't help but wonder what would come next after frogs and leprechauns, but it sounded as though it would annoy the shit out of him!
"Okay, way too much information," he said giving Stiles the Time Out signal. "No idea where you got your lack of filter from," Noah said calling back to their early conversation, "but I hope it wasn't me!" It almost certainly was, though, and Noah knew it.
He shook his head and laughed, "and welcome to the wonderful world of parenthood," Noah said giving Stiles' shoulder a tender squeeze. "You're going to be an amazing father and husband," he said more seriously. "Lydia's lucky to have found you, I hope you know that, kid."