oh yeah come over to my house just you and i while i have this very fleeting social desire. let's hang out, just us. when you try to get to know me better we will have deep, meaningful conversations cus i can't do small talk. except i will get increasingly more uncomfortable and the danger signs will flash as i tell you my life story even if i don't care about you because i can't not shut my mouth. i won't say anything when you scooch towards me even though i know you don't mean anything by it. after you leave i will never invite you over again and we will still talk at school but i will intentionally drift away from you because that moment of closeness, that moment when we go silent and are forced to just embrace each other's presence, feels DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY DIRTY WRONG WRONG WRONG BAD BADBADBADEVILBADGROSSUNNATURAL and sharing words feels like taking my clothes off and baring myself to you.
(you being a general hypothetical person based on a group of experiences i've had, not the reader)