Whatever doubt he'd had faded away instantly, and Tracer smiled at his brother and nuzzled into the fingers in his hair before he hit again, deeper - and he could feel the pot sinking into his cells, into his nature. It was almost the last part of what he needed, and he needed to see Heroin for it to be complete.
But for now, Mari was here, and that was more than enough. "It will," he told him, then smirked a little and gave him an easy shrug, "Whenever. You fit with me."