Bringing his hands down, slowly, he curled them into fists against Joseph's chest, below his collar bones. The break had been healed for a long time, but Rhys still had a moment of worry. "I might." There was a lift of one fist before it came back down with an almost gentle tap, the sound of flesh against meatier flesh almost not there. He hadn't really had the moment to think about just doing that, over and over, but it was an idea. Somewhere, deep down, it might make him feel better, yes.
Of course, there were other things, too.
But that smile took him off guard. An angel of mercy? There wasn't a moment he would have called himself that, at all and the surprise showed in his face. But for some reason, he couldn't help the answering smile that was on his own lips. "Everyone would be surprised..." Maybe they were already with what he'd already shown. He kept going between surprise and pride in himself.