[Blurr frowns slightly and once he gets what the wrecker is saying he just looks down, closing his optics for a moment as the pain stirrs inside his spark.]

Ah...Bulkhead told you. [He should have known better than get his hopes up, really, he only has himself to blame. What’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it? Probably knowing that the other person would never be truly happy with you. And that's not what Blurr wants.]

It's alright. I want you to be happy, no matter what that means. I wanted you to find someone who will treat you with all the love you deserve, someone who will keep the stupid idea that you don't matter out of your head. He can do it, and for that I'm happy.

[He keeps quiet after that, for unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides.]