"Stephen, wait! Please, wait! You're looking rather peaky yourself! I can't allow you to Apparate home like this!" Matthew reached up for his friend's arm, to steady him, possibly -- or just to pull him down into the chair across from his own -- his father's chair, in fact. His mournfully pensive expression returned to his face, looking even more mournful than pensive now, as he thought of all the conversations he'd had with his father in these same chairs.
He shook it off, however, in concern for his friend who stood in front of him now. "Really, Stephen, you're not in any danger here, I can promise you that! I mean, my aunt -- who looks younger than I do, quite frankly -- is only here from India to look after my father! Her and her husband-- my father's brother, you understand. They know nothing of the current-- political situation, I suppose you'd call it...!"