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[misconceived]

WHO Chris Halliwell
BROADCAST Accidental Fleet-wide video (thanks Atroma!!)
ACTION SS Huntress.
WHEN May 10th. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.
WARNINGS don't play fetch with the soulball

[ The video is abrupt, the angle awkward. It cuts on to a comm laying on what appears to be a dining table in a fully upgraded kitchen. Chris is standing off-center, facing someone who is holding what appears to be a lightly-glowing orb in his hands.

This appears to be a very controversial thing, holding a glowy ball. ]

They gave you grandad?! It's a casino! Where the hell did they even get that?

Actually, where the hell do you even keep that now? Or... then. Back then? Whatever. How do you play slots to win your father's soul?

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[misconceived]

[ Chris falls into the half-hug like he's being arranged rather than moving of his own accord. His hands are still on Piper's shoulders and it makes the position awkward, but he can't let go. He wants to after all this, but he can't. His body isn't listening and his mind is working against him.

His life was good before it went to shit. He doesn't blame anyone but the actual parties involved with turning Wyatt, it certainly wasn't his family's fault, but part of him is desperately wondering if maybe the things Piper remembers — maybe if Wyatt had a little brother instead of a demonic little cousin, maybe things would be better. Maybe he should have been that way instead? ]

But I am to you. Your son. The Chris—the me—that you remember is your son. [ He licks his lips, expression difficult and twisted up, as impossible to sort out as his emotions right now. He doesn't even react to the microexplosion behind him. ] Dad, I—Piper, it's not...

[devilsinthedetails]

[It says a lot that his first instinct is to grab Chris and just shimmer out, but it says a lot more that all he does is hold him close while being overly protective. This is his son, not Piper's and all he wants to do is keep him close and confirm it. He was already comparing himself to his future self, the Cole that this Chris was raised by and loved dearly, but now he has to compare himself to Leo and that's almost a bit too much for him.]

Kit, you're not the son she remembers. We should go before things get even more out of hand here.

[Namely, Piper doing more than blowing up parts of the ship.]

[normallycharmed]

No, he's right. And pretending you are wouldn't be right.

[ But it just complicates so many feelings. Because this looked like her Chris-- exactly like him. Even if she doesn't remember as much as she likes those feelings and thoughts are as strong as they always were, stronger even with the lack of memories. Again, she tries to pull away closing her eyes. ]

Next time I tell you to get out of her you might as well listen.

[ It's dry humor, still not quite there even for her dryness. ]

[misconceived]

[ Maybe not right to pretend, but it isn't something Chris is discounting. He kind of owes his family everything and wants to do right by them, his own instincts a jumbled mess of insisting Phoebe is the only mom he'd want (it's true) while feeling terrible for being something Piper doesn't expect, might not even want.

He turns his head down, finally forces his hands away from her shoulders. ]

Right... We're still family, though. Nothing is going to change that.