"I have a handful of PHD's" He gave a little smirk. Information like that he didn't tend to brag about but even now it was unsure whether or not what he said was sarcastic or real. He was only half teasing. He did have several, but that was besides the point. If Cisco really wanted to, he could have caused a lot of damage. If he didn't have such high expectations for himself, he could have easily sunk into crime. A lot of people he knew back home were in dire straits. Many of them doing things under the table for a quick buck, but Cisco climbed out of that hell hole. He'd made a better life for himself than the one his so called family had given him.
"I'd be a lousy public speaker. I'd just show them star wars and make them pretend we actually learned something." He admitted with an amused look. He took a painful breath when they did reach his room. It felt like it took them a century to do so. "I don't understand why they don't want me." If they did, they sure acted like they didn't. Cisco was pretty sure they didn't. He laid back, gripping his arm with a wince. "You realize my hair takes forever to get this way right?" He gave him a look, but it was mostly of tired amusement. Climbing those stairs had taken energy he didn't have much left of. "I just want to stay." If he could do that, he wouldn't need anything. "Talk to your kid about that one. That's not my underwear hanging off the shower." He gave a roll of his eyes as he tried to get at least marginally comfortable.
"We'll get you the best white shoes on the market." He teased. He was basically a slightly older Stiles, ninety percent movie references and ten percent sarcasm. Poor Noah. All that reassurance alone was doing a world of good. "I trust you." That was more than he could say for most parental figures, his own included.