How many hours, days, weeks, months had it been since Rhys had last attempted to reach out to Henry? If he sat down and thought about it, checked his phone records, he'd probably be able to pin it down that far, but he didn't. It had been almost five months since his sire had gone missing and while he had seemed the only one hopeful for a long time, since the beginning, maybe, it was getting hard to believe he was still alive. He would have come back by now if he'd been able to, he was one hundred percent sure of that - especially with what he'd learned recently. Just how much potential he had in him. Five months ago, he wouldn't have believed it, but after the fire, and after, how could he doubt it?
There had been a brief discussion with both his lover and his mentor about this day coming but he wasn't sure if he was ready to find out the truth. As far as he knew, his message from before had never been returned and all he had to go on was that he'd been in and out of consciousness. The only thing he said was his name. If he'd said it out loud, maybe people would have found him by now but no one had come. Maybe that was because of his hiding and the fact he was surrounded by people that could break someone in half if they had to. For fun, in some cases. Amadeus had been right in that. He had serious security in the form of Joseph, but that was side reason to why he stayed with him.
On the car ride over, he would have been quiet, looking out and tangling his fingers with the older man's, instead of his own. What would he do if Henry was dead? What would he do if he were alive and not coming home? There really was only one way to find out, whether he liked it or not. They hadn't found him yet, and maybe there was a reason for that. It was time to find out if he was an 'orphan' or not.