When Rhys leaning into him and half murmured what would haven been another absolutely unnecessary apology, Joseph's flare of temper evaporated.
No one else knew about Matthew and only Bruno knew about Jean-France. He hadn't spoken of either of them since he'd come to New York. It was too painful, made him too melancholy and lonely. There was no way Rhys or anyone else could have known.
If he still drew breath, he'd be out of it right now when Rhys's hands cupped his face. "Good," he murmured. He was on the verge of weeping from just thinking about those he'd lost and didn't want to make Rhys feel any worse for the emotional turmoil this entire conversation than he already was. "I was afraid I was going to have to tie you to the bedposts." The soft chuckle almost covered the tighteness in his voice from fighting the tears.