Kiyoshi is nearly in tears as he attempts to refold your shirt. He can't seem to get it right. Just like how he'd broken two plates trying to wash the dishes and ripped the doorknob on the bathroom completely off.

He can't seem to do anything right for you. "My love," he says quietly, looking up at you from the couch, "I can't do it."

He's trying so hard, but he feels like he messes everything up. His hands aren't made to be gentle, they're made to break, and he'll die before he hurts you.