[He brings her in only far enough to close the door behind her. He doesn't let it latch -- there's enough of a crack that she could easily open the door and leave if she felt uncomfortable. It's more for the image of privacy -- there are enough young girls here that it won't be immediately obvious who's crying.
Or, so he hopes.
With Riley at least out of the immediate "public," Ariel turns and grabs the chair from his desk. He sets it in front of her.
cw: panic attacks
Or, so he hopes.
With Riley at least out of the immediate "public," Ariel turns and grabs the chair from his desk. He sets it in front of her.
Finally, he turns away, back to her crying form.]
There. Now no one can see you.