The anger in his voice was completely not something Rhys could have missed. He had been faced with the beast of older kindred before and it hadn't ended all that well for him. At least he was still alive, though. He couldn't imagine the slightly shorter man being anything like that towards him, but that didn't mean he didn't feel it. Didn't mean it didn't spark every thing inside of him that could scream.
What did he say now? The regret was so strong he could choke on it. No matter when he opened his mouth, he made the people around him feel negatively. He couldn't blame himself for things like that, but he wanted to. He'd known that they had spoken. He knew Amadeus had encouraged his attentions, but had that been the sake of Rhys becoming more of an adult, stepping out into Kindred society and growing a backbone? Did he know how he felt? Either of them? How could they - Rhys himself didn't even know. Not really.
"I-I didn't ask you." Anything, really. He had just gone along with everything without pausing to just ask a single question. There was no further information other than what he'd seen and what they had talked about earlier that morning. How old he was, that he owned a theater, had a group of people who existed around him. How did he become the type of person to just- No. He wasn't going to go there. Not now, not later. Even in his panicked state, there were things his mind wouldn't touch.
Stepping forward, he reached out, a bit hesitantly, to grab Joseph's wrist, fingers circling around it easily. He had to tell him, right? "He didn't... I don't think he expected me to..." Those fingers tightened and loosened for a moment, the fledgling obviously taking a moment to think. Finally, he spoke up again but he couldn't force himself to look down into his face.