It was interesting, seeing this younger version of his dad. Oh, Leo didn't age, not properly. Whitelighter and all. But he'd experienced so much less than the father Chris had grown up with, or even the one he'd been dealing with the last several months. The one he'd been so angry at that he'd shipped him off to Valhalla without a second thought.
Probably better not to bring that part up just yet. Though he did have the sense to blush as he looked away from Leo.
"Her, uh, scolding you is kind of my fault. Did she explain all of that?" He'd done what he felt he had to do, and hell, who'd paid the consequences more than the guy who'd literally almost ceased to exist? He felt badly about it, yes, and he'd never purposely cause his mother pain. But he hadn't really had a choice.