He supposed that scrapped the idea that he might be about to avoid thinking about the nightmares with this visit. Something that he could have been more annoyed about, really, if he couldn't clearly see that this was going somewhere pretty important.
He closed the door behind Justin and turned back to face the rest of his flat. Maybe a bit out of nervousness, he crossed his arms over his chest, taking his time in making his way over towards the sofa even as he tried to figure out the best way to answer.
"Well, I saw the Prophet, yeah. Never really occurred to me to ask." He thought about it for a moment. His father's side of the family was all Muggle, and he hadn't thought of asking if maybe he'd been affected. He guessed he might have been too busy hoping that he wasn't about to die. "It probably should have," he added.
He paused then, giving Justin another glance. "Why? Is yours?"