Perhaps I'd even go so far as to say that one of my creature comforts is providing companionship, and inspiration to my partners.
It is a one way street that leaves me feeling antsy, and alone once I've grown adjusted to the look of the place.
In the end, I'm sought after by these creatures, as they are reminded from the day I leave and every one after that I was their muse. The prevention from their own self destruction.
I don't mind it.
In the end it simply would be more convenient to be the needy one, as opposed to the provider.
