Tracer could have guessed where they were, but he patted a few moments longer than he needed to anyway before taking the joint out of Mari's pocket and letting Mari light it for him. It had been months since he'd smoked pot - since he'd even let it be around him, too afraid that just the feel of it on him would do something worse to Harmony, to Speed.
Since finding Harmony again, he wasn't scared anymore. So he took a deep hit, felt it filling his lungs. It was a welcome stranger, really, and he sighed happily and took another hit, not passing the joint back.
And he melted against Mari's side, back against his arm, reveling for a minute in the fact that the connection was strong again, wasn't withering and sick the way it had been the last time he'd tried to touch it. "I'm glad," he said aloud, like they'd been talking about it this whole time.