Tracer was almost surprised, but he wouldn't say that he hadn't been hoping. It was why he'd had the baggie there, after all, untouched on his stomach, and he handed it over easily, and then paused for a second, considering, before he laughed again and started patting his brother down, looking for joints.
And just to be able to touch him, too. Because it had been a long time since he'd touched anything organic that wasn't the earth under his feet. The connection wasn't electric, wasn't sexual at all anymore, and he was glad for that.
He didn't know what to say, but they could say a thousand things with their highs and those strands of energy that they couldn't say with mortal mouths.