Tracer was stretched out in the sunlight on the white drop cloth like a cat, a baggie of shrooms on his stomach, and he stopped humming when Mari came in, but didn't move. Instead he closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again when his brother's face swam into view above him.
He waited a second, considering - teasing really, because he felt too fine to worry - then smiled up at his brother with a laugh and sat up enough to catch Mari's wrist and tug him down next to him.
He didn't know what he was going to say to him, didn't know what they had to say to each other, really. But he knew that Mari was happy, as happy as he should always be, and he could feel the organic around him like a comfortable hug he wanted to sink into with him.