That teasing moment of considering had Marijuana's stomach twisting in all sorts of uncomfortable knots but Tracer was smiling and laughing soon after that and the knots loosened and bled away. Letting himself be tugged, his smile lost all edges of worry and he laughed himself, organic sounds mixing beautifully.
Uncertain of what to say, he simply did what felt natural and tentatively wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before turning his head to drink in the sight of dirt and connection.
"Hi." He said rather lamely but that didn't matter because Tracer didn't seem angry with him anymore and Marijuana took a chance, reaching out for the baggie on Tracer's stomach. "Can I have some of you?" It had been too long since he'd consumed his brother's substance. If he had been wearing short sleeves, Tracer would see unhealed - on purpose - track marks that showed just how addicted to heroin he was, but, maybe, now it was time to take something other than himself and his lover.