"I seem to remember Peter Parker had the odd adjustment problem here and there," Noah pointed out with a tender smile Cisco's way. "I mean, can you imagine how long it took the kid how to aim those webs and how messy it must have gotten?" It was possible Stiles' inner-geek had its origins somewhere in Noah's own DNA, though he tended to keep that hidden except on special occasions. "Not to mention the spidy-senses. That had to suck, right? Maybe it's just as well you're The Cisco-kid instead?" he suggested as he gave him an affectionate pat on the back.
Noah watched as Cisco lowered himself onto the table not for a single second believing he felt remotely better. He understood not wanting to make a fuss or put his new family to any trouble, especially when he'd dealt with his old family for so long, but it was unnecessary. Cisco's attempt at humour reminded him that he hadn't delivered his gun to the safe in the panic to help the guy. "I could shoot you, but it'd create so much paperwork it would be way too much of a pain in my ass," Noah joked, "which is pretty much the only reason Stiles still walks this earth," he said with a grin.
Once the mess was dealt with Noah made a detour to the safe and returned to Cisco's side, "you think you can walk to your room or do you need some help?" he asked, more than capable of carrying him that far.