Ah. All of those and more, but maybe not for meeting Henry and getting embraced? What was he going to do with his life, anyway? Everything he was learning as a mortal had been boring with no flavor, no reason to continue on the paths he had been offered at college. Henry hadn't minded so much when he'd spoken his mind, or gave voice to his opinions, but Rhys was slowly learning that maybe that wasn't so much the norm in this world. Words were born and dying on his lips in the span of less than a second and there wasn't much he could do about it. Again, he wished he was another man. If only he wasn't so clingy, none of this would have happened? Henry might have still gone missing but, Amadeus wouldn't be here looking through anything his fingers touched.
Another tense bite to the corner of his mouth at that last question, eyes jumping up to the older man. There was no way he could have killed Henry, not even if he had tried. "I wouldn't!" As soon as the outburst happened, he regretted it, his eyes dropping once more. If his heart still beat, it would have been trying to leap into his throat. What had gotten into him lately? Talking back to people that could kill him without hesitation? Walking alone in a city he didn't know? Had he lost all semblance of logic? Probably. When had he been someone to jump at rhetorical questions like that? He needed to calm down before he convinced the other kindred to just kill him for it.
"I-I mean..." Fingers knotted behind him, another thick swallow, his eyes fixed to the pile that was currently closest to Amadeus and not at him. He had gone through course after course with nothing meaning a single thing to him but when Henry came along? One of his old musty books and he was hooked, sitting for hours with him just reading. "He gave me a purpose." His focus drifted to the couch near him, covered in carefully rolled scrolls and stacks of journals, all written in his sire's hand instead, the spidery script sticking out from Rhys' own neater writing. "I want to know what happened to him." He knew he could be clingy to things and people that made him comfortable and gave him a focus, and it annoyed him deep down, but Henry and his mother had never been bothered by it. "He said my passion in learning sparked his curiosity again."