therapy but not the kind for your emotional health

She touched his shoulder and Hattori let out a quiet hmph. In complaint or acknowledgement? Who knows. He tensed his shoulder, allowing it to take on more of the weight, the tension caused by the little balancing act. It wasn't comfortable at all, frankly, pulling on old wounds and discomforts that had him grimacing. But he did as he was told, holding the position till 30 seconds had passed before he stepped down, rolling his shoulders as his tail hung limp, not even twitching despite his displeasure. But he wasn't a child and a lot of adulthood consisted of doing things he didn't like, he'd get over it, as he always did.

Swimming was another thing he did not like to do. If he didn't know any better he would think Kiriko had it out for him.

"Mmm, if you think that is best I can manage."