Joseph didn't hear anything. Which was a bit disconcerting and also expected. The Tremere were a secretive bunch and frankly, he didn't want to know. The less he knew, the safer both he and Rhys were. The Usurpers didn't trust anyone else anymore than they were trusted by others. Or each other considering Amadeus' words about protecting Rhys from the rest of the clan.
He was a bit surprised that it was the Elder Tremere who came out for him. That didn't bode well at all. "Is he all right?" Joseph asked as he moved past Amadeus, not really waiting for an answer. As son as he laid eyes on his lover, he had it anyway.
While Rhys didn't look physically hurt, he was curled into himself by the sofa, bloody tear tracks on his face. Joseph didn't hesitate to close the distance, dropping to his knees and gathering the young Tremere against him.
Henry was clearly gone. Not that everything hadn't pointed that direction given his abrupt disappearance and long absence. "I'm sorry, love," he murmured gently.
Part of him wanted to ask for details, suspects as it were, to take revenge. But that was just his Brujah blood eager for action, for something to attack and bring justice upon. Whatever had happened to Henry was well beyond his ability to avenge. He knew that, so he didn't bother to voice those useless thoughts.
Instead he looked at Amadeus. "What happens now?" Rhys was his ward, not Joseph's. There was a chance Sethius might try to claim the young Tremere, especially as he wasn't pleased with the sheriff. There was always politics to worry about.