Llewellyn still looked forward to getting to see something that the other man had made himself whenever he felt up to it. Not that he would press it, not before Rhy was ready. Especially after the whole... awkwardness that had just taken place.

“Rhy, dearest, if I have no reason to be sorry then you certainly have no reason to. I... I can only imagine how I would have felt if you had presented me with something that meant you wanted to end things between us.” He responded with a soft expression, gently drawing Rhy closer to press a small kiss to his temple. “We both know better now, and... I promise to be more mindful of such things in the future.” 

He certainly wanted to do better, to think of something that was more suitable. It just meant a little more thought and care. Which he was more than happy for the chance to do.