Marijuana tilted his head a bit, giving Tracer access to more skin and feeling the connection, that didn't really need contact but was better for it, wrap around him, them, as the shrooms overtook the joints he had smoke before leaving the shop. "Always." He repeated happily, fingers continuing to trace through his brother's hair lightly.
With Tracer's question, though, he was breaking through his high to look seriously at his little brother. "Yes. As often as I can. As much as I'm welcome. I hope- the Nook has a place for me too? I can fit. Different but good."