Noah doesnât know what to do with Stiles anymore. He knows, of course he knows, that he shouldnât be so tired of listening to his own son, of seeing the boy around the house, but he is and if he doesnât do something to get the boy out of the house, he could end up doing something heâll regret forever.Â
Thatâs why he enrolls the boy in Finstockâs boxing academy, the boy is too agitated, too anxious, and too much everything after his motherâs death, Noah and the psychologist have agreed to put him to do some sport, the gym is cheap and Stiles can manage to punch a sandbag for sure.Â
So the sheriff put him there and begged to any greater power to make his son better so that Stiles would calm down, stop crying just at the sight of a glass of whiskey in Noahâs hand.Â
The sport paid off and although Finstock seems a little crazy in the head, the guy did a good job with Stiles.Â
Well, that was what Noah thought back then.Â
Years passed, Stiles grown up and just made it quieter, whenever the kid came home he looked tired but much better than the sheriff could have asked for after the panic attacks had passed.Â
He should have been more attentive, more observant with his own son.Â
The first time Noah learned of the possibility of Stiles being gay he admits, he didnât take it very well. Some of his subordinates were talking about the increase in the death rates of LGBT people at the police station, one of them, Mahealani talked about worrying about Danny, his favorite nephew and who had come out to the family some time ago.Â
âBut what can you do? Itâs not like the kid is to blame for the bad people in the world,â the man said, sighing âIf people kill others because of who they love, itâs not the fault of the person who dies. Of course, I donât want Danny to get hurt, but I wonât hurt him myself. I know you understand me, donât you, Sheriff? I know there is a difference between Danny and Stiles, but I also worry about the boy, even if he takes fighting lessons.â
 Noah stared at the man, he doesnât know what Jayden was talking about, but he doesnât disagree too, doesnât want to offend the man and his nephew.Â
âStiles is toughâ He suggests nonetheless âBut I understand you.âÂ
After this day, Noah began to pay a little more attention to Stiles, began to be aware of his own son. Sometimes, Stiles will be home with bruises because of training, sometimes heâll be home with hickeys and bites. The sheriff doesnât know how to talk about it with the boy, since his motherâs death Stiles became a very independent child, dealing with his own problems and needs.Â
Noah shouldnât be proud of that, proof that he was a neglectful and selfish parent, but he is, because his boy, his son, was able to handle problems that not even the sheriff was.Â
Noah let the talk slip of his mind, Stiles is almost an adult, he managed to basically raise himself after his motherâs death, why he should be worried? His son is in a boxing gym, of course, he will appear with some bruises, and heâs young, he doesnât need someone pointing to his hickeys and marks.Â
Nevertheless, on a night when the two of them are home for dinner and order a pizza to eat together, Noah makes a comment about being "safe."Â
He didn't expect stiles to respond with a mocking laugh.Â
He doesn't gapes, of course, but he is shocked. Stiles never spoke to him like that, never answered him that way. Before he manages to recompose himself Stiles is out, catching his hoodie and fast in his car, running off him.Â
âGodâ Noah mutters, running his hand over his face âWhy did you take Claudia and leave me here when I'm such a horrible father?âÂ
He doesn't get an answer, as always.Â
The next days Noah realizes that he's been a horrible sheriff in his own house and an even worse father.Â
Stiles' room reeks of cigarettes and marijuana, a few quarts of vodka are scattered on the floor, and the boy doesn't look like he's slept in the bed in days. Not only was he a failure, but he also contained being and Stiles seems to be following in Noah's footsteps. He doesn't want that for his own son.Â
The sheriff contacts Bobby Finstock, he wants to know what the other knows about Stiles' life, why he is so angry right now. He doesn't even need to ask. Bobby greets him with a sigh and says:Â
âI was wanting to talk to you Sheriff.âÂ
When Bobby starts to talk about stiles and how he is talented and has a gift for the sport, Noah knows that his son is in trouble. Stiles' teachers always seem to try to placate the Sheriff with a few nice words before unleashing all the wailing about Stiles.Â
Bobby, for some reason, don't do that. He just says he's worried because the boy recently seems to have been the victim of bullying and, if the Sheriff doesn't do something, Bobby will have to do it himself, because he doesn't want stiles tossing his gift in the trash because of âsome homophobic shitâ and going to jail. Finstock also has a few choice words to talk about how Noah is being negligent, how he must talk to his own son sometimes before he loses the boy.Â
He knows that Noah has been negligent but he's not dumb. He worries more about the âjailâ part of the conversation, though.Â
Noah contacts an old acquaintance. Chris Argent isn't the best person in the world, but he owes him, and the Stiles needs someone who would listen to him, and who he would listen to.Â
âDo you want me to train your boy to be a professional wrestler?â Argent asks, seeming skeptical.Â
âYou know that I'm in France right now, don't you? And Peter loves here, he doesn't want to go back to Beacon Hills anymore.â
âYeah, I know. If stiles need to be there to stay out of trouble, even better.â
Argent sighs. Noah seems to be hearing this sound from a lot of people lately, himself included.Â
âFine. I'll talk to him next week.â
âExcellent. very good indeed." Noah thinks for a moment, then adds, "I'd rather you not tell him it was my idea, make it look like a recruitment."Â
Argent snorts but agrees anyway.Â
âYou're getting weirder with the age Noah.âÂ
He laughs, even if he doesn't agree. He's not getting weirder, he's getting a little better.