"What, is that how they were putting it? Give up on him, it's for the best?" asked Chris with a genuinely amused laugh. God, but the high and mighty grounds of the forces of 'good' always entertained. Anything they did was automatically justified because they were doing it for good, no matter if it did end up hurting people or the world around them. As long as their precious balance was maintained, their consequences were null. At least the 'evil' forces were more open to other ways of doing things. It was funny how they were the most open to compromise, to being neutral when they saw benefits to leading the world to own it rather than controlling it with fear.

Good really only meant too damn stubborn to Chris.

At Phoebe's tutting, Chris protectively pulled the lapels of his jacket to make it a more snug fit as if it would hide the rest of what he was wearing. "What, three days ago?" he asked. So what if he had been kind of absent? He had his own work to do while Wyatt had his family reunion to orchestrate. "That's plenty of time to get a load in the laundry, Phoebe."

"He has a point," Piper said in a stage whisper, leaning in to Phoebe and nodding. "But we also have our own point! You're coming with us, Mister. If you're going to be our whitelighter, it just wouldn't do to have it look like we've got a bum who keeps orbing in all the time, right?"