"I couldn't hurt a fly." Steve leaned on the back of a nearby chair which promptly crumbled under his hand. He managed to stop himself before face planting into a table.
"Let's um, let's move away," he suggested, a bright blush colouring his neck. Little robots swept in to clear the mess and Steve couldn't help but feel like they were glaring at him.
One of these days he'll learn how to use furniture without ruining it.