"I know," Joseph admitted. Apparently the bollocks Amadeus had conjectured about his motivations and intentions. Bloody fucking Warlock.
Rhys question went a long way towards calming Joseph's flare of temper. He wasn't the warlock who'd make him feel like a bloody fool for trusting him for half a bloody second.
"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "Besides your safety, there's my own personal reasons. I am rubbish by myself. That's why I live so close to my retinue. But it's not the same thing." How to even begin to explain?
"Only two people in my life have ever made me happy," he began. "Both of them were sweet, shy young men whom became my refuge from the world. I need that. As much as I love my life, I need someplace soft and calm to land. It is simply who I am and it took me decades to admit it. Last night was the first night in forty years I've had that sense of completeness again."