Ketamine took the 'we' to mean the family and it made him remember how long it had been since he'd even classified himself as part of that 'we'. And then Tracer changed that a little and that and the kiss, both just for him, made him feel a little closer to being 'we' again. "No, not anymore." he confirmed with a smile as Tracer lay back again, only to drag himself up and pillow his head in his arms crossed on Tracer's tummy. He studied his brother's face, or what he could see of it. "You okay?" he asked softly, his finger tracing down his brother's arm to knit his index finger in between Tracer's own.