That was one of the bigger parts, yes. If he had told Amadeus the truth, all of that could have been avoided but he had let his shame and embarrassment get to him and keep him silent. He hadn't known about the magic to stop a frenzy, hadn't known there were other ways to help control the beast. That was something that should have been in one of Henry's books. Maybe one of the ones that wasn't in english.
"I... have been avoiding contact. Keeping my head down." Rhys actually looked down at that point, unconsciously. It probably wasn't the best thing to do, no, but if they needed him for whatever, they knew where to find him. He was happy to microwave his blood for now. Not that he could forget what fresh had tasted like.
That question? It made him slow his steps. That question, the longer he lived without Henry there, had been boring at him, eating away. "I thought... it was because I wanted to learn everything he gave me." His voice was much quieter now and if she hadn't been kindred, it was a probability that Mab wouldn't have heard him. "Some say it's because I'm just a pretty face." Not that he would describe himself that way. "Some say it's because I'm a monster deep down." Those two were from the same person but he should know better than to listen to a Malkavian.