Ketamine laughed and reached out to take his brother's hand, playing with Tracer's fingers like he'd never seen flexible digits before. "I'll wait tables for you Shroomy. Well, I'll try anyway." he disclaimered. He was okay in clubs where his drug was being used, fuelling him with power, but anywhere else he tended to fall asleep while on the job. That and the fact that he was slightly freaked out by loud banging noises from his time in the war meant his options were slightly limited.
And as far as he was concerned no drug should be working a desk job.
He rubbed his thumb over his brother's palm, apparently massaging his hand.