Marijuana had meant to come earlier but he had barely been able to work up enough courage to make him step out his door. So he had distracted himself all morning with runs and with his mortals, but when afternoon began and he knew he only had a few hours until Heroin came home, he decided to bite the bullet in the hopes that he would be back by the time his lover returned. Laying on the 'armor' that settled his mind whenever he was on a run, he tugged on a leather jacket and slipped his sunglasses over his eyes before looking down at his engagement ring and pausing. Should he leave it on? Did Tracer, who could obviously feel the ever-strengthening tie between him and Heroin, really need to see the visual evidence of his happiness?
He decided to leave it on and left the Highway with a murmured word to Dave, skateboarding the distance between his shop and the Nook. Hopping off the board, he paused at the door, drawn toward the sight and sensation of his brother even as LSD's presence upstairs caused him to gulp slightly. Still, he was covering up his guilt over his little brother with anger toward LSD and he merely pushed both emotions to the bottom of his consciousness and stepped inside, pushing up his sunglasses and looking down at his dirt brother. He couldn't hold back a relieved smile even as his nerves jangled within him and when he stopped at his brother's feet, the happiness at seeing him again shone through his eyes.
"Brother." He said softly, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously before nodding to the spot beside Tracer. "Can I sit?" He would look at what Tracer had done with the building later, for now, he just wanted to look at his little brother and feel connected with him again.