It was taking a few moments for his brain to catch up with everything going on around him. He ran his fingers through his hair, half-heartedly trying to neaten himself up a little, suddenly aware that he must've looked a bit of a state. It wasn't often Stephen allowed himself to look unruly. Image is a reflection of pride, his father would say.
He was surprised as she pushed past him, and he quickly closed the door and followed. "Ah Daphne, I've been, er, busy?" He offered, rooting around in his pocket for his wand. The kitchen was in mostly the same state as Stephen himself. Disorderly and a little dirty. Truth be told, Stephen wasn't particularly good at taking care of himself. Aside from personal hygiene (which, admittedly, he had fallen a little behind on in his depression) he had never had to take care of himself. Cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping and all of that type of thing had always been done for him. He'd barely noticed until it wasn't being done.
He quickly banished the dirty bowls, dishes and cutlery piled onto the table into the sink, as if Daphne might not notice them if they weren't in direct view. "Honestly, you should've sent me an owl-" He said quickly, hurriedly trying to think of a way to make her leave.