You decide to pretend your pillow is Skytte Malley and hug it to cope with your sadness.
It's definitely just platonic. You're not imagining her wrapping her big strong arms around you. You're definitely not thinking about how nice it would be to hear her say that your hair looks nice today, or she thinks you've done something cute with your horns.
It's definitely, absolutely 100% platonic and there is absolutely no red feelings below any of these clearly platonic actions.
You gnaw on the pillow softly and remember that the flask is almost always empty, and you begin to feel better, if a little warm and embarrassed.