Tracer and Harmony
Tracer didn't feel better, even wet and muddy from the docks. Even if he'd had a chance to connect with Mari and he'd said it was okay, even if he knew it wouldn't be. He didn't like to be the first one to see the connections shifting. For the first time he wished he wasn't as close to the Truth of it all as he was meant to be.
But when he was dried off, and when he'd cleaned himself up a little in the bathroom and found clothes - clean clothes, someone lost them and was naked somewhere now but the clothes found a new home when Tracer pulled them on - he did rejoin the party. The lights and screens and feel of it was mechanical, artificial. He stayed to the dark, felt for his family. And he found Harmony almost by accident, but he came up behind his brother and wrapped his arms around his waist, chin butting against the back of his head before he dropped it to his shoulder and then nuzzled his mouth softly against Harmony's neck.
He was full of pot and nothing else. Pot, and love, and worry - and he knew things had to change, but he was going to protect his brothers. If they needed gravity, he could try.