"It's not your fault," Joseph assured Rhys as he hugged him back fully. "It's not even fully Amadeus' fault. I don't present my true face to the court. They see what I let them see. His concern was not unwarranted on the surface. Neither was yours. So stop apologizing."
He loathed to break the embrace they both had needed, but there was clearly much they needed to discuss. Lifting his head to look up at him, he smiled gently. "How can I be angry when I have you in my arms?" he teased gently.
Reaching up with one hand, he cupped Rhys' cheek, then pulled him down to his height for a proper kiss. Which washed away the rest of the rage. He as little as he wanted to stop kissing Rhys, there were likely many unanswered or half answered questions that needed to be addressed before more intimate activities began.
"What do you want to know?" he asked him. "You can ask me anything. Or I can just tell the things no one else knows?" Telling a young Tremere his secrets could be a very bad idea, but at this point, Joseph beyond caring. Anything to clear up this horribly cloud of misunderstanding and miscommunication that seemed to have plagued the boy since Henry had left.