Through all of this, Stephen just listened and nodded at what Matthew was saying, sitting in his chair as if he'd been stapled to it. It felt like there was so little he could say, indeed, that was probably a bland statement of fact right now. Stephen was becoming aware that, more than anything, talking about what had happened to Diana was just very cathartic for Matthew, taking into consideration that he'd said Stephen was the only person he had left in the world.
For some reason, that just made Stephen more uncomfortable, like he was suddenly shouldering some kind of weight that didn't belong to him. Of course it didn't, really. This was much more personal than he ever thought he should have gotten, and made him think that he should just leave Matthew alone to deal with it himself and make none of it his business and go on. But he knew too well that was where the trouble started, when you pretended things were normal.
"I wasn't thinking anything like that, Matthew," he replied, "You don't need to clarify things for me that much, I can speak English, you know. Been speaking it all my life. And you're still treating this like it's somehow your fault. Perhaps I'm wrong, but I don't think you could control what your father did to you when you were a child," he refilled his glass, having drank most of it while listening to Matthew talk, "But yes, then I could tell you what I do if you cut your ties with the Death Eaters. I'm just still paranoid."