"I won't punch you but I can apply some deeper pressure," Ivy said, amused. She wanted to work on getting the tension out of his shoulders first, so she began to concentrate on that, thinking Scotty could probably handle a deep tissue massage if he had gotten them while playing sports in college. Her hands seemed thrilled to be doing this again. Ivy knew she might have some aches in them later, but that was okay. It had been months since she used them properly, but it was helping her focus and she was realizing now how desperately she had wanted the distraction.
"I know muscle names and shit," Ivy confirmed, using her thumb to press into a particularly firm knot near his neck. "It took me about a year to get through all the coursework and then I had to take the board to get certified. I remember you told me you were going to be a sky-diving instructor? What kind of classes did you have to take for that?"