Rhys hadn't ever really lost anyone, minus his human mother and Henry. He didn't count the second one as a loss, as he believed with his full heart that he was still alive, but it was no where near what Joseph felt. What he put into that kiss and the way he wrapped him up tight in his arms. He could only hope that for as long as he was alive, he wouldn't feel anything close to it. To him, the man he was sitting on was one of the stronger he'd met so far. Their holds were so tight that they might had made it painful for a human but Rhys didn't care.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the younger kindred pulled back, moving to hold his face again, leaving kisses up the his face for a moment. The corner of his lips, his nose, between his eyes, his forehead. He didn't say anything but he really didn't need to.