Even though he wasn't facing his brother, just his presence, controlled and soothing at his back, started to calm LSD down. The rapid flickering of images he was tangled up in slowed and drifted by and it was easier to see past them. "...pornographic priestess, boy, you been a naughty girl..." he whimpered, resorting to his Beatles. "Tracer is the sun?" he asked, his voice tiny and uncertain.