The shorter end of it - he hadn't. He hadn't allowed time for anything like it as a human. The first time he'd lived alone had been in college, and now that Henry was gone. Before that, he'd kept to himself, hidden himself as he had been now. There wasn't time for those sorts of things when he was chasing interest after interest, not being forced to socialize or be around others unless he wanted to.
But now, that wasn't anything that he was thinking of. Rhys wasn't a natural, no but he was decent, at the very least. There had been a soft, happy sound as Joseph met him half way, the younger kindred making sure to continue to hold his face. There was another sound, not so soft or whistful, when fingers tangled into his hair, lips parting immediately after.
There were no thoughts of anxiety in that moment, he didn't even think of the little scars that were on the inside of his mouth from a life of anxious chewing. Now that he was a vampire, they healed over almost as soon as they happened.
A second hand joined the first, on the other side of the Brujah's face, as if he really didn't want to be pulled away from. They didn't even need to breathe.