"Not quite yet, kid," Noah answered with a doddery stutter, "not while I can still change my own diaper, anyway." Yep, Stiles, you're welcome to that image. Put this guy in a home, would you? "Maybe not when you're alone, you're not," Noah he said with a roll of his eyes. Tell me, why is it Scott stays over here when you guys have a whole, perfectly good apartment to scream down?" he asked with a shake of his head. "I'm stock-piling earplugs for me and Cisco for Christmas," he told his son. Noah smiled, the truth being the hair was perfectly fine and Stiles only bitched about the ruffling cause he could. "So you're in for dinner?" he asked. "Does this mean the food-police are on duty tonight?"
Great! Trust Stiles to have pictures. "How the hell did you manage to get photos?" he really shouldn't be shocked and yet... damn that kid! And he knew the more fuss he made about keeping them private the more likely it was that they'd end up on 'Wanted' posters at the station. "Hey, I had to get him back for the door, didn't I?" he said with a grin, "it was my first chance and I fully expect revenge," Noah chuckled softly. "What are you doing sneaking round taking pictures of sleeping folk for?"