As soon as Amadeus and Ariel had popped back out of his - Henry's - haven, he had gone right back to his phone, trying to say anything that didn't sound like something that would come from a teenager. Or accusatory, because that's not what he wanted to do. Part of him only wanted Joseph to hold him like he had earlier that evening. That probably wouldn't happen but he didn't want to think on worst cases. He didn't want to talk about how it all made him feel but he wasn't a child who could run away. He needed the truth.
Or at least a part of it. As much as he could stand.
He'd let some time go by after he'd sent that last message, just sitting in that couch he'd once sat at the foot of with his sire. It was difficult getting up and dragging himself to Bruno, but he knew that Joseph would have texted him to be ready. It would be a quiet ride. Luckily for him, the older ghoul seemed like a very kind, smart man. He knew when to leave Rhys alone. How long had he looked up at the ceiling before going out to the car?
Seeing the Brujah again only made him double down on how he thought he felt, how was starting to feel. When he paused, though, looking him over, he could tell that Joseph knew it hadn't gone well. The ache must be all over him. When he apologized, Rhys couldn't help but look away, something he hadn't done the entire time he had known him. For a moment, he couldn't look at him, he had to get it all together. He had to be an adult and face it instead of running into the other man's arms and forgetting about it all.
"I... You..." Again his mouth formed a thin line as he bit down on the back of his lips, trying again. "He told me who you were." Only then did he look up.