Tracer should have been able to make sense of it, to feel it right off. Maybe he was closer to the organics, maybe they understood each other better than the understood their synthetic family. But there was one thing that he shared with LSD that was just as strong, and it was this. Their trips, their patterns - where he was all rounded edges and LSD was all angles and lines, but they'd always been able to feel each other.
Until Harmony had gone cold and white, and Tracer could barely feel that connection. Now it was stronger than it had been in months, but it had taken him a while to realize what it was that he was feeling - like it was eating him, brain first, and it had to be worse for his brother.
He followed his sense of him to the car, but didn't open the trunk. Instead he got into the backseat, pulled it down a little. He didn't want to flood him with light. "Harm?" He asked softly, and he tried to reach out to him.