Once Chris' memories of the original timeline came back with a vengeance, Piper vowed to get him alone to talk to her son about some lingering trauma associated with her death in the original timeline. She was worried about him and hoped to be able to help her deal with some leftover grief. "Did I do something?" asked a worried Chris when his mother urged him to sit down and talk.
She narrowed her eyes at her son. "I don't know - did you do something?"
"No." The twenty-three year old chuckled nervously but she let it go because she had more serious concerns.
Piper blew out a breath. "I think we should talk about my death in the original timeline."
Chris froze and his eyes glazed over for a second before he pulled himself together. "It was traumatic," he reluctantly admitted.
"Peanut, I know the truth - your grandfather started acting off and was on edge from the day you turned fourteen until your fifteenth birthday. Finally pried the whole story - what he knew anyway - out of him then."
He stared into space for about a few minutes, clearly haunted by the trauma, before finally telling her the whole story. "It happened on my fourteenth birthday," Chris confessed, his voice breaking.
Piper wrapped him up into a hug and kissed the top of his head. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"It's not your fault, Mom," he assured her.
She squeezed his hand and urged him to continue, which he did, the whole story pouring out of him. They were both crying by the time he finished, Chris ready to call it a day. Piper hoped a weight had been lifted off his shoulders - it certainly helped that she was alive in this new world.
Chris wasn't totally fine but he'd get there eventually.