He felt sad about the sadness that other people carried. He could practically feel it emanating from their houses as he drove by them. And they were lonely because they couldn’t talk about being sad.
But really, who would want to talk about it? In fact, he, too, tried to keep his soft, most vulnerable core away from the humanity. Dating caused disillusionment, because even the most handsome, normal-seeming guys showed sad glimpses if you got too close– missing their dead mother, or not living up to their potential, or… being lonely. He usually shied away at that point. If felt like the motion you use when you are swimming backwards, away from something gross suspended near you in the water. You don’t want to touch it.