Why’d this make me cry?

Trev’s friend was visiting for the weekend, and he packed his own pillow. I saw it placed on the bed in our guest room, and IDK why but it made me so sad?

It makes me think he imagined he’d be dumped on some couch with no source of comfort, and that he was perfectly fine with it.

I think it’s the “being fine” with a lack of comfort making me sad.

Or am I so used to all my small luxuries that my sadness is totally out of touch?