Matthew laughed shortly at Stephen's remark about being requested-- so he had, in fact, sent that one Fly-By-Night SeCurity flier! "Yes, well, I suppose my wards must seem rather... pathetic to you, given that you breached them twice, now, it seems-- but Stephen, honestly, not everyone is as clever as you with such things! Not even my fellow-- Knights...!" He only just managed to resist calling them by their proper, current name-- the Death Eaters-- instead trying for the name of the fraternity before Voldemort had taken it over; the Knights of Walpurgis. "I mean, not that I'm worried about my fellows breaking into my home!" But in fact, he was deathly afraid-- that they would come bursting through the door any moment, demanding to know why he still attended a Muggle Church, why he still CONSORTED WITH MUGGLES, such as the man standing in front of him now...!
"..........." For a long moment, all Matthew could do was stare helplessly at Stephen at his last question. Was the new regime all he ever dreamed? With his sister dead because of it? "No, Stephen, it's really not," he finally managed to choke out, very hoarsely. "I mean, Diana's dead. And you're... well, you've BEEN gone... all this time... hiding for your life...!" He reached for Stephen's shoulder again, this time to hold it. "Stephen, I'm so SORRY!" And he truly sounded sorry; in fact, he sounded dangerously close to manly tears.