Marijuana simply nodded, wondering how Faith was, how LSD and Speed were but deciding not to ask, not wanting to reopen old wounds and turn this meeting sour. "Nook." Marijuana repeated, resting his head down against Tracer's with another contented smile as the shrooms continued to work their magic within him.
"I like. A lot." It already felt like a nook that had places for everyone, but Marijuana wondered about his own place within it, especially since LSD was there, above his head, there, and Marijuana swallowed hard as he tightened his arm around his little brother. "Can I come by often?"