When Cisco started joking around, Noah decided the kid was probably going to make it. Even if his discomfort was still patently obvious. "I'd definitely draw the line at spandex too," he agreed. "Better to go for some Dark Knight leather and that way you get abs without having to do push-ups," he told Cisco. It'd been a while since Noah had noticeable abs - even when he had it had been down to his navy regime rather than any specific intent on his part.
"Word to the wise, Cisco," Noah told him with a raised eyebrow, "never tell a dude with a gun you can disappear your murder. You get a pass," he said with a grin, "but just this once. And maybe drop hints to Stiles that you clued me in on making paperwork disappear," he teased. Hell, if the kid knew he could shoot him with impunity there was no telling how much better his life might become! Not that anyone would believe for a second he'd go through with it, but the fantasy was nice sometimes as a parent.
Noah shook his head at that suggestion, "you're not staying there, Cisco. Not only is it utterly unhygienic but, at some point, I'd like to eat." All good reasons for him helping him to his room, thought Noah, without giving Cisco a reason to complain he was being any trouble. "Let me help you," he said in a far more gentle tone, not only meaning his current predicament but his mental state too.