Laying there with him, still in an afterglow of all that had happened, Rhys had forgotten that they’d eventually have places to be. The both of them. Fingers trailed from Joseph’s hair to his back, stroking the skin there softly, a calming thing to him, at the very least.
“I have plans to join Amadeus and Ariel. At my haven.” He called it Henry’s haven for the most part, because that’s what it was, but it was his home, too. His smile turned unsure for a moment before he looked away, chewing on the corner of his mouth. “I have to talk to them…”