"I doubt anything I say is going to mess up the future at this point," Chris confessed with an awkward little laugh. "I've already told Mom that she dies and Aunt Phoebe that I die, and...yeah." Which were things he hadn't told Leo yet. Oops. "And most of my timeline will be different than yours anyway. Mel says it changes. Well, it would have to. Mel exists, for one."
And then Leo picked the worst possible questions and, for once, Chris desperately wished he could lie to his father. He could, he supposed. But he'd already given the clues to enough people that they'd piece it together. It would be even worse for Leo to find out that way.
"No," he answered, his tone low. "I wasn't. We were barely even a family." He swallowed hard, avoiding his dad's prying eyes. "I don't remember us all ever being happy together."