What? Chris's mind whirled with the information, the command that was beginning to warp his perceptions even as he tried to make sense of it. He could feel the strain begin to leave his body and be replaced by anticipation, an anticipation of Cole's next move or even for how long it would take for his next touch. Even when they were so close, pressed up against each other, it was all he could want and not enough. Cole cared for him, and that meant he could wait as long as necessary for the sign; waiting only made it mean even more. His eyes fluttered while he tried to sort out thoughts that were no longer his own and he couldn't help the distressed noise he made. "Not... this isn't..." He licked his lips once Cole pulled away, clearly torn between what he wanted and what he was being told to want.

"It's—" fine. Don't lie to me. His brows furrowed, eyes widening as the soft words came back to him. "I'm—" over it. That wasn't true, either. What could he say to assuage this hurt without somehow tripping over a wire? Some distant part of him insisted he needed to make right of it somehow, to not give up on Leo despite the well-worn resentment for his father. "It's only me," he said after a moment. "Mom and Wyatt... anyone else—he's a good dad. Whitelighter."