Most lonely people have a hugging pillow, and just like teenaged masturbators they'll lie about it if asked.
The saddest thing I can think of at the moment is that two of them live under this roof and for whatever reason have opted not to fill that space in with the other person. I know I liked it when we tried it, so that only leads to the other one opting out, and that only leads to my own self deprivation, self hate, and more sad, lonely thoughts.
So instead I'm going to deposit that little run around here and hope that maybe it'll stop going on the express train through my skull :)
