"Oh no, don't worry about it," said Stephen, a bit happier to find Matthew looking...well, not really better, but at least less dead. It meant that he didn't necessarily have to do anything else, except for the fact that he probably would. He leaned over the back of Matthew's chair, a little too excited to sit back down. "When was the last time you ate anything?"
Truthfully, he'd asked himself this a few times. He shouldn't have been here, in fact, if anything he should have killed Matthew just to get some kind of revenge for...not that he was too hard up, but there were many people like him who were. He paused to think for a moment. "I knew you were a purist before the war," he said finally, "And I didn't care then, because I kept everybody at arms-length."
It was a little funny, wasn't it? He looked down at Matthew from where he was standing. "I guess I could have taken offense, but...I don't meet many people who actually understand what I'm talking about, and you did. So I figured so long as I didn't tell you, it wouldn't matter," he laughed, "So much for that. But you heard me when I came in...I wasn't intending on helping you so much as...well, I don't know. I suppose I thought you'd be happier now."