Clearly Noah had taught his kid far too well, he was echoing all his best lines and a few more besides. "No clue, what are you talking about? At my age, it's hard to keep up," he said giving Stiles a vague look of confusion as he looked around the room. "Is it time for my nap yet?" he asked with his head cocked to one side. "Hey, don't knock my wishes, it's a good one for both of us and you know it," Noah said with a laugh. "Might actually get a night's sleep if you did get whisked away. That would be awesome!" Nope, that didn't take work, it just took washing. With maybe some goo or other. "Sorry son. If you need an hour or two to fix it, feel free to deal with it. I'll be right here when you get back," he told him with a broad grin.
"Poor kid doesn't know what he's let himself in for," Noah said happily, "but he'll fit in all too well. I mean, he built a frickin' fort in the front room..." he said with a roll of his eyes. "It was cosy, too. Not that I'd admit that to anyone but you," Noah put his finger to his lips and grinned. "I hope he is too. Sounds like he could do with a little support right now," he told Stiles with a nod. "Err, yeah, it's possible the stars maybe started something. When he was over the other night I managed to get one on his nose without him waking up," Noah confessed with a grin, "and without the lasers, well, all bets are off!"