The lighter sparked and Marijuana felt himself rush deep into Tracer's veins, felt Tracer start to work inside him and there was that symbiotic connection that he had missed so much over the weeks - months? - they'd been apart. Marijuana would have lit his own joint but he didn't need it, not when the shrooms were taking hold, making everything feel tied together.
Grinning in a rather silly manner as Tracer melted against him, Marijuana couldn't help but slide a hand through his brother's hair lightly, pressing a thankful, grateful kiss to Tracer's forehead. "I'm glad too." Not just for the taste but for everything, for having his dirt brother back, for the anger and confusion that had been between them seeming to fade away and in its place, was a tentative peace.
"You like this building?" He asked quietly, after a long moment of silence as bits of light began to trace across his line of vision. "When do you think it will be finished?"