[rather than truly painful, the grip on his hair is grounding -- it pulls him out of the past and back to the present, even if he winces. he sits up to let natsume turn, knowing he needs it and doesn't call him out for that reason; he knows what he'll see when the other turns back, too, and subaru climbs into bed with natsume proper. let him lay beside you.]

Bad, from the looks of it. Ama-chan...

[... well. ama-chan.]

I dunno the full details, 'cause I didn't get a real look at them myself, but they weren't taken apart any.

[an assurance, at least. natsume'll be able to get better details at helena's summon, so.]