Tracer had abandoned the painting and remodelling to Faith and the soft spoken Mexican men she'd somehow found to do the work. Abandoned them, because his brother called to him and he wouldn't put anything above going to find him and bring him home.
He had forgotten what the day was, he was never as connected to these losses as his brother were - none of them ever really belonged as much to him as the did to others. He remembered, though, when he followed the feeling of his brother - changed, somehow, though he didn't want to wonder about how - to find him, and found him sprawled there.
He didnt' speak, just waited for Harmony to finish whatever it was he needed to do here.