That was their balancing act. Despite working at odds with each other, they still cared about the person they were fighting. It would have been enough to make anyone scratch their heads, seeing how well the two brothers got along and being told they were in a silent war to change the fate of the world. Such high stakes didn't usually breed such friendliness. Then again, they were anything but normal and Chris would hardly have it any other way. How else would he have been given the opportunities he'd taken advantage of?

"Then it's not really like spending any time with Mom at all, is it?" said Chris, sullen and peevish. He didn't want to think about their family. These people in this time were hardly the same, different by a lack of time and experience and knowledge of who their own children were. That Wyatt was still interested in making friends with these incomplete versions only irritated Chris; it was like he couldn't see how they weren't the Halliwells they could have been.

Chris gave Wyatt a long and plain look. He knew the rules and he knew the risks. There was a lot at stake here, everything Chris had worked and sweat and bled to achieve, and he wasn't about to let some robe-wearing hippies be his downfall. "Yeah, yeah. I know that much. Doesn't mean I really care about them, anyway."