"Good," Jack said, mostly to have something to say. He sat down at his desk and folded his hands together, regarding Ben with dark eyes. The boy looked a mess, which was to be expected. If Ben had sat here, cool as a cucumber and entirely at ease, then Jack would have been even more worried.
Jack cleared his throat and said: "Thank you for coming so promptly, Mr. Proctor. Now, you know why you're here and I have some idea why you're here. Would you care to explain what happened, in your own words?"