It really was for the best that Leo's focus was on Chris. His youngest child syndrome sort of trumped most kids'. Oh, he wanted to love his dad. Of course he did, he was normal. But he didn't. Not really. Not like he should have. His dad was practically a stranger. Piper had tried to give both of her boys the attention they needed, right up until the day she'd died. It was hard, but at least he knew she tried. Leo, though... Leo was just pulled in too many directions. And Chris had always come last.
A coffee shop was an easy start. If they'd been home, he'd have suggested the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. But this wasn't home and this wasn't that dad. Not yet. Maybe someday he'd suggest it. Distance meant nothing when you could orb. But for now, he was content walking down towards the coffee shop, not taking the chance that anyone would catch him in his shower of white lights.
He entered the small shop and glanced around, recognizing the familiar sandy blond hair of his dad. He looked so much like Wyatt that Chris actually froze for a second. Then he went to stand next to the man who would someday be his dad.
If this little trip didn't screw up time even more.
"Hi," he offered, the sound kind of quiet in a room of lingering people and espresso machines.