It was actually a relief - and somewhat confusing - that Matthew clearly didn't have a fever. It would have explained his behavior somewhat, or at least the fact that he'd just keeled over for no explained reason. He gave Matthew and incredulous look when he said that he was fine, but stepped back anyway. "Don't tell me you're fine, you just passed out about fifteen seconds ago and you look like a bloody ghost."
Well this...wasn't how he was expecting things to go. Not every day you went around to a friend's house to make them feel guilty about their life choices, only to end up picking them off the floor. Stephen quickly weighed his options and decided he should probably go get that glass he was going to go get thirty seconds ago. "Gimme a second," he said before walking off.
Thankfully (or terrifyingly) it didn't seem like there was anyone else in the house - or anyone downstairs, he supposed. He grabbed the first cup he could find and headed back down to the living room, hoping Matthew hadn't died in the interim minute. He tapped the glass with his wand and filled it up with water before setting it down on the end table next to where he was sitting.