"I can always buy you a new one. Or get this one cleaned."

You can joke about it: that much becomes obvious, in the way this one has just responded. As things stand, his chest doesn't feel nearly as tight anymore, and his head's no longer so full of noise.

Perhaps this office, much like your room or any of the other haunts Riley has kept for himself throughout the ages, can be a safe place for him to retreat to yet again.