There was something to be said about anyone who could give a good massage. It took a ton of patience and skill in knowing exactly where each pressure point was or how tense a muscle was when it shouldn't be. Reigen wasn't exactly sure when or how he became somewhat of an expert when it came to giving them, but he had, and he wasn't all that pleased with it. Not at first, anyways. It was never fun when one's parents would try forcing a career path onto their child, and he was no exception.
A massage therapist? No thank you, he actually had goals he wanted to achieve.
That wasn't to say that this particular skill hadn't come in handy at times. In fact, a lot of his regular clients came to see him specifically for the sessions, claiming a curse or spirit had attached itself to their shoulders or back. They knew as well as he did (or maybe they didn't) that it was malarkey, but true to his word, he gave them discounted prices every time. Money was money, and it made it easier on him if the job were something simple, anyways.
He only wished he could give himself a massage sometimes. Poor posture while working at his desk at the office and at home had done a number on his back and shoulders, and, while a quick stretch would offer a temporary fix, the pain would come back often. He didn't feel comfortable enough to go out somewhere and have a session done for himself, and he didn't know anyone who could perform one well enough (or at least, to the standard he could provide for others). Mob had tried giving him a shoulder massage as a gift for Father's Day, and while that was actually incredibly thoughtful, he was honestly terrible at it, and it hadn't helped in the slightest. It was the thought that counted, but still….
A sort of satisfaction came along with the massage sessions for clients that couldn't be beat, though. Afterwards, when the recipient positively glowed and thanked him over and over for a job well done, he felt as though he'd made even a small difference for someone. If they believed there to be a spirit or a curse upon themselves, then so be it, but he wasn't about to let an anxious client go without resolving at least ONE of their problems. Most adults these days have pain somewhere, so he could offer some relief in that way.
It was a skill that he hadn't been happy with at first, but now he was grateful to have it. Now, if he could teach Mob how to properly give one, that'd be another story….