"My patient electric eyes," Tracer said, and it sounded so fond as he said it. He hadn't been trying to make his brother sad. Instead he pushed his fingers back through his brother's hair and dragged him in a little closer, dipping his head so that his lips were just against his brothers. "Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes... I'm sorry, Star, I didn't mean to make you remember..." Except he had. He'd wanted him to remember, and want.