Noah settled down beside Cisco's bed, pulling one of Stiles' old beanbags under his old bones to make himself a little nest of comfort. He held tight to the kid's hand, "I'm here, kid," if that's where he was needed he'd stay until he settled. It reminded him of the times Stiles had been ill and he'd refused to leave his side until it was clear he was out of the woods. It might be different dealing with older kids but sometimes they reverted to type and required a little extra attention. Hell, there were times Noah wished he could get a hug from his mother, but that wasn't an option.
Cisco looked like he was about to pass out at any minute but Noah made the decision to stay, stroking his hair back into place and hoping to comfort him a little. He'd done enough stake-outs to handle a night on the floor making sure the guy had a decent amount of sleep and didn't dream anything he didn't have support for. "I'm here, Cisco. If you dream I'll wake you up," he assured him with a soft squeeze of his hand. "Sleep now," he told him gently. "You're safe." At least Noah hoped he was. The dreams seemed to take no prisoners and he didn't know what he could do to protect either Cisco or Stiles from their psyches at the moment.