Stephen was sitting at the table in his own apartment, reading some papers and writing things, fixing phrases he wrote on the page, lines full of ideas that Stephen thought of, that Stephen invented so that people would believe, but wasn't going to admit it. He noticed that you arrived as he was still doing his stuff, you definitely didn't knew about his fallacies but you could deduce something, due to how too comedic the stories that he wrote were, crossing the line from real to invented.