It was a shame he didn't Cisco would have actually known that one. He was an encyclopedia of references. Noah might have been pleasantly surprised. Cisco gave a snort at the response. "You're both dorks, I knew it." He supposed Stiles had to get it from somewhere. He'd been thinking about that a lot lately, Stiles and what he was doing. It seemed like all he was doing was sex and snacks. Not that either of them were bad in moderation, but Stiles had proven if he wanted something enough he could get it. Cisco just wondered if anyone had ever asked him about it. Noah was probably the only one who would, and if t was just him how seriously would Stiles take the question? All parents asked stuff like that when they weren't awful.
He was quiet for a while as he watched him, and then shrugged. "Crime is easy, staying out of it is real character." He wasn't interested in crime. He wanted to do better, to do good things for the world and he had big dreams to do it with. Big normal ones that didn't usually cause pain anyway.
Leaning on Noah he frowned a bit "I don't want to ruin this." Fears come to light with word. He was hesitant to ask for anything. "My family won't even speak to me." Dark eyes shifted toward him at his joke, the guy must have had the patience of a saint. He dealt with more teenagers than Cisco could keep track of. "You're probably immortal, so I hope you aren't counting on that help any time soon." He gave a small smirk as he took the stairs one at a time. Everything hurt. He was forced to stop half way up. "I've had dreams every night now...More like nightmares really."