If they left New York, where would they go? Rhys had spent multiple years wishing he could be literally anywhere else and now there were multiple options. When it came down to it, how did they pick? Dart board at a map? How did anyone choose where to go next, anyway? They had awhile yet, for that, probably.
At first, in response, all the younger kindred did was shake his head, rubbing his forehead against Joseph's skin, enjoying the sensation and using it to help him. One of his arms snaked up, so that his hand was in the back of those waves while the other went down, towards his hip. "You already are." They were an interesting mix of hot and cold, weren't they?
He really hadn't allowed himself to cry this entire time, not really. Not when Henry had gone missing, not when the Prince almost waved his life away, not when Amadeus almost lost it and killed him. Not even when he had had seen the shape this man had been in after coming back.