[he feels it even now, the ache center-left in his chest, pain that strikes further when he tries to sit up and promptly slides back down, gasping with it. oh, no. we're staying here for now. subaru closes his eyes, lets out a shakier exhale, and tries to find something of natsume's to grab again.]

... I knew you could do it, [he finally manages. soft and pained from his attempt, but there all the same.] You're... Natsume Sakasaki, after all.

[never a doubt, never a moment's hesitation.]

Thanks. Sorry for worrying you.

[even though this chance was higher than the other.]

Gimme ten. I'll be good then, I think.