Stiles would wonder what was wrong with him if he didn't tease him just a little bit and he wiggled his eyebrows as he looked back at Noah. "Yeah, it's possible I'd miss torturing you," he admitted, giving his hair an affectionate ruffle, knowing it'd be as welcome as it usually was - in other words, not at all! Truth be told he wouldn't swap his kid for all the world and that Stiles was thinking about Cisco's situation right now instead of going out and getting wasted and causing trouble like most of the other twenty-somethings was a good part of the reason why. Some way, some how, he'd done something right raising Stiles and for that he gave thanks every day.
"Families are complicated things," Noah answered, knowing his own hadn't exactly been the most stable of environments to grow up in. Even his dream-self's early life had sucked, which had to say something. "Cisco's a good kid and people take advantage of that," Noah replied, "though they clearly don't deserve him." He gave Stiles a nod, "then the door belongs to Cisco, for as long as he wants it," Noah said with a nod. "You wanna tell him?"