"Stiff, are we?" she asked, moving her hands to his shoulders, beginning a strong yet gentle massage, working the kinks from his muscles with a caring touch.  She smiled, then pressed a quick kiss to the back of his neck, still massaging.<br/><br/>"I'm feeling hungry, not stiff.  We need to get somethjing to eat, Haru.  And maybe you can return the massage favor later..."  And maybe more than a massage, if he apologized.  She wasn't looking to say who was right, or wrong... he had actually been right.  But it was more for the things he'd said and done, not the reason.  He'd hurt her... more than usual.  She loved the idiot.