There was a lump in his throat and something in the pit of his stomach, all at the same time. How was he supposed to look away from that? If there was a show going on downstairs, Rhys had no idea about it. It was a bit of a waste, sure, but -
Whatever he'd been imagining, Joseph laying across his lap like that wasn't it. Of course, what he could have been imagining was a bit limited but what ended up happening was probably one of the less stressful outcomes for him. Stressful? That really was not the right word there. Nerve wracking, maybe? Closer.
Looking forward to tonight? On the young Tremere's face was a slight look of confusion at those words. "W-Why's that?" To see him again, probably. Hadn't they talked about that, before, in the car on the way home? To Candy's, to be more specific, but that wasn't anywhere in this conversation.
After a few moments, looking down at him, just smiling, Rhys lifted a hand and slowly moved to comb strands of dark hair away from the other man's face. Back and away, like people had been managing his own curls. It was a bit out of character for him, a bit forward, and he realized this halfway through, his hand pausing there, buried in Joseph's hair. Though he felt a certain kind of way about being forward, he didn't pull that hand away. A part of him wondered what it would do.