Alright, that conversation had gone to a place Noah hadn't intended and Noah could see it in his son's eyes. "I'll do my damnedest, you can count on that," he told Stiles with all the love he felt for his son. He flashed him a smile and told him, "you're going to have to keep me busy, so I don't decide to check out early on you," he teased gently, knowing keeping him on his toes was a Stiles specialty.
"Just because I ask something doesn't always mean I need to know the details!" He thought Stiles had figured that part out by now, but it seemed like the kid still had stuff to learn.
Noah knew that feeling, all too well and nodded then pulled Stiles back for another hug, "and I'm lucky to have you. I love you, kid," he told Stiles softly. His little boy was really growing up and Noah liked the man he was becoming. Almost felt like he didn't fuck up with raising him.