Peyote felt their connection with a sudden sort of permanence, two beings that had been disconnected for a long time, yes, but had also been...always a part of one another. It was the magic of the organic, a magic deep and old and ready to embrace it's like kinds at any moment. Peyote hadn't been connected with any of the other drugs in a real fashion in quite awhile, and he found it to be more than coincidence that he had found Tracer first. They were there, and they were together, and it had been so long and at the same time it had been no time at all. What was a few months to the immortal? And still something in him felt those months, and Tracer had felt it too. he knew that now, knew it with the contact they were sharing.
peyote couldn't help himself; he laughed, and it was the clear and happy laugh of someone who had just discovered an old friend, and he hugged his grandson-brother tightly, very tightly, and clapped his back again. "I did! From the roots themselves, from the ground and the organic, from everything that binds us here I am. And kiddo, it's good to be home."
He took a deep breath, laughed again and finally pulled away, his hands resting on Tracer's arms, just below his shoulders. He wanted to see his grandson-brother, wanted to really see him. Staring at the other drug for a long moment, Peyote grinned broadly and sighed. "It's good to see you...much has happened, I'm sure, I've felt it reverberating...you know, through the organic. I'm just...fill me in? Let's walk..."