Since his dreams Noah had felt a little off kilter, despite his conversation with Stiles. He knew bottling up his feelings wasn't good but when it came to sharing stuff about Claudia's death it felt wrong to burden the kids. The photo-album had been both disconcerting to see and also, in a strange way, comforting, allowing him to see his other life outside of his dreams. For now it was in a box under his bed, along with Stiles' childhood pictures and all the mementos of his life with Claudia he couldn't bare to look at every day.
Given all he had on his mind it was unsurprising that Noah was caught by surprise by Cisco as he sat at the kitchen table, sandwich in one hand, police report in the other. Trying to distract himself from the invasive dreams by way of the never-ending pile of paperwork that seemed to breed on his desk. He looked up and smiled as he caught the boy's eye. "Hey, how are you doing?" he asked as he pulled off his reading glasses and laid down the report, happy to give Cisco his full attention.