He had to chuckle at the reference and he thought about making a gag about tugging Superman’s cape, but the chances of Cisco knowing Jim Croce from a hole in the wall were slim to none. “Capes. Deeply impractical for crime-fighting,” he went with instead. “I know of that which I speak.” Noah was grateful to see the kid stirring, even if he still looked like his head was made from lead. His own dreams were pretty brutal but compared to the shit Cisco went through it looked like a bed of roses.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t admit knowledge of something deeply illegal there, kid,” Noah said with a smile. With his brains he suspected it wasn’t the only crime he could commit, should he so choose. He just had to hope he didn’t choose to do anything he was required to investigate!
“Okay, whoa there, cowboy,” Noah slipped his arm under Cisco’s arm and steadied him. “You know, the most difficult thing to admit sometimes is that you need help?” was his point taken on board? He could only hope but when the guy gave his whimper Noah took the decision out of his hands and scooped him up once more. “Alright, let’s get you upstairs,” he told his young ward as he started up the staircase. “Take note. I’ll be expecting the same treatment when I’m too sick and old to get up here,” he told him with a teasing smile. The vortex of bad juju was another problem all together but Noah didn’t have an easy answer to that one. “Then we look out for one another,” he said with a nod. “If something bad happens, we get through it.”