He couldn't let others go without someone to pay attention to what they were doing, or having someone near to ask a question of. And when the bell rang he intended to stop Terry if he started to leave. Everyone, however, turned their papers into either folder and filed out of the room, except Terry. Reid stepped forward, closing the door entirely and pulling a chair up to the desk. "Terry... I've been hearing some pretty rough things." Reid's voice was calm now. It held a calm authority that permeated that friendly, sweet disposition he had. "Some students beginning to talk about you in a very negative light. Is there something you'd like to talk about?"

He brushed his loose hair back---while most was tied back in a loose braid, some had escaped that fate. "I can see you've been crying. You can always tell me, even if you think it's terrible." He had heard plenty of terrible things, after all.