There was something about hearing someone tell him he did a good job that hit him differently than when he knew it of himself. That feeling swelled in his chest and he was silent as his lover continued. He'd been there for it all. While Joseph had been off almost getting burnt to death, Rhys had been getting ready to do whatever he could. When he had come back, it had been the fledgling that took that step back to go again. How he had done that, he still wasn't sure, especially knowing what he did now. It he did it over again, would he have left?
For a moment, he hated that Joseph turned his face back, because he was sure his lip was shaking a little, even as he held onto it. A favor. What kind of favor would the big man ask for? He'd saved the Brujah's life - it would have to be something big in return. What if it was too big a thing to ask? What if -
Ah. Scream at him. "You were... a brave fool." But he wouldn't have asked for him to be any different. "I understand you had to. I just..." Rhys shook his head, eventually laying his forehead against his lover's shoulder, closing his eyes. "I wanted to go too. Or keep you. Or have you send someone else." None of those were his style, though, were they? "I hated it." The last was quiet but had no hesitation as he rubbed his face into the crook of Joseph's throat. He may very well cry at some point. They both might.