Rhys looks nervous, swallowing hard and making a face as he realizes how dry his throat is. "You sure? You sure someone couldn't find a way to... like overthrow me, I guess?"

He rubs a hand over his face. "I know I've gotta spin this right... are you sure you want to handle it, Jack? I guess you probably can do meetings like this all the time, but you were counting on me to help..."

He groans softly. "I do kind of need a break, though. Think I haven't been sleeping well enough." What with the guilt over ditching everyone still sort of riding on his shoulders... "You totally don't have to if you were enjoying your break, I can definitely keep working..."