He was certainly a creature of habit and it was most visible in times of distress. He went back to places of comfort, repeating old behaviors to soothe himself. His heart was indeed broken and had been for some time now. He sought to heal it through the eyes of others; when they adored him, everything was beautiful. He kept a lineup of gorgeous men who worshiped his every movement and flattered him with compliments and attention. When feeling low he would visit them to make love and fall asleep with them in his arms. He knew he was hiding from himself, floating silently within the world of his companions. But like the tick of the crocodile, the end was always near and when it came, his feet would hit the floor and the spell would be broken.