He could remember speaking to Julian before, and asking some probably not so public questions, but knew they had never officially met before that. He was honestly not sure what he should expect, especially with him being blood brothers with Tristian. Is that what it was called? He wasn't sure if Henry had other children - and if he did, none of them had reached out to him in any manner he knew of. Even if they had, would he have written back, or tried to continue the conversation? Probably not with all that had happened. Rhys had enough to focus on as it was. He had started enough fights, accidentally or not, lately to last him a long while.
Part of him was a little surprised that Joseph let him go without Bruno as the kind French had been his shadow on every outing lately, but he was partially glad for it, too. Amadeus wouldn't pair him with someone one-on-one like this if he didn't at least partially trust them at some level. Or, at least that's what he thought. After everything else the older Tremere had done for him, to protect him, he didn't think he would end it like that. Even trying to avoid everything and everyone, Rhys seemed to have a knack for putting himself into dangerous situations.
As the Sheriff had dropped him off and told him where to go, the younger Tremere had been hesitant, again feeling very unsure of himself and what would happen here. What would Julian be like? He seemed nice enough, online. And he was agreeing to this, for whatever reason. At least Rhys was starting to dress better, a little bit. Better fit, less baggy. Tonight he had dressed in a light grey sweater, mostly black fitted pants and combat boots. He'd even sat long enough for his curls to be managed back, off of his face.
Even standing there a moment after Amadeus left, he knew he couldn't just stand there forever and followed the directions only to find a man who just looked... not home. That changed, though, as he walked through the door, like a light flickering back on. He didn't look anything like his brother, minus the color choice. Even so, he was still a Malkavian, and he would be cautious for now. His eyes, as he looked the younger kindred over, put him just a little bit at ease. "N-no. I haven't. I haven't even chosen anything yet." There was a want for a different last name, at the very least, but that would come eventually. He was still less than six months a kindred. His fingers were stuffed into his pockets so he wouldn't fidget with them, an action he had tried to adopt recently.