It fell to him to explain? Tracer wasn't sure that he would - his world had been so closed for months, it was only beginning to open again. But his brother smelled like dirt and hope, and he couldn't help but laugh, bubbling up with it, when his grandfather laughed.
He hugged him again, when Peyote pulled away, but then he he did let him pull back, glad for the small contact he left - it felt like an anchor, a grounding wire, and he closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded. "So much, too much and not too much, but it circles in the air and turned warm things cold, cut lines between us or frayed them and then tried to tie new ones. Sometimes it worked." He shrugged, then, as if that was to be expected.