Matthew was very tired, seeing how he had sat up at church until practically the earliest Sunday mass that morning. He was, frankly, in no mood for a lecture from an old friend, back from the dead-- but of course, a lecture was just what he was in for, coming home just then, as Stephen settled himself into his chair.
The sermon this morning had been uplifting, but not quite enough to lift Matthew's black mood today of all days! It was the day after the five-month anniversary of the Ministry's fall, and Matthew had not had the opportunity to visit his sister's "grave" -- not that she was actually interred in it, seeing how there had apparently been nothing left of her -- and lay down fresh flowers for her; he had been busy all damned day dealing with the fallout of announcing to the world that the Longbottoms were dead!
Needless to say, he was ready to snap when he came home to find STEPHEN in HIS CHAIR! Still, however, he managed to catch himself-- mastering his temper before he did snap. It was STEPHEN. HERE! ALIVE, EVEN! He strolled up to the other man and patted him on the shoulder, awkwardly, as he tried to think of what to say after over FIVE MONTHS of silence between them...
Finally he croaked out, weakly, "You're... alive... That's good...!"