Blurr was feeling the vacancy as well and overworking himself was his usual coping mechanism. He tried to keep his mind occupied and at the same time do something non life threatening.

Cleaning was not life threatening, but not all that fun either. He managed to unstick the cube from the ceiling and now was rearranging the tables into their right positions. Symmetrical and organized, like Magnus liked it. It was taking Blurr a lot due to his smaller size and he was usefully trying to stand back up a table that was turned over at some point.