Noah appraised Cisco for a moment as he took in his words which clearly held more significance than the scenario with the kid and the snowball. "Smart kid," he said approvingly. "Better to know what you have to fight against than face the unknown, huh?" He really didn't know what the guy had been through before he entered their lives but Noah would bet it wasn't anything good. Much like his own upbringing. The only difference seemed to be the way they'd reacted to it. Noah had gone so far off the rails he'd barely come back from it while Cisco seemed to have closed himself off some, which was just as damaging.
A broad grin spread across Noah's face, "what is it about you boys and your goddamn precious hair?" he grumbled goodnaturedly as he pretended to fix Cisco's hair. "There. All better," he said with a wiggle of his brows, knowing it was far from perfect. A scientific adviser, huh? "It's not often we get to fix our mistakes," Noah said with a nod, "I can imagine that was satisfying. Also clues me in on who to call when I need a hand," he flashed him a smirk. "Be warned. I'm a shitty boss and I suck at mornings," he teased.
When he mentioned Stiles and his good life Noah stilled a little in his seat, his eyes darting to his wedding ring. "Yeah, I did my best." Still tried. Should have been so different, though. For both of them, but he wasn't about to complain now. Not when they'd built so much together. "Stiles can be a trial sometimes but he's a great kid, even if he does hate my aversion to salad," he said finding it easier to bring back a little levity to proceedings. "C'mon, let's see if there's not a steak or two left," he said as he pulled into the Stilinski drive, "with fries. Maybe an extra portion of fries on the side," he grinned Cisco's way.