Tracer could follow - his smile was lazy, but he reached and tugged his tee-shirt up and off, letting it fall to the dirt too. He was pale, thinner than he'd like to be, but he seemed alert, too, and he laughed and reached for his brother again. It felt right, coming together skin to skin with another organic, even one who walked the edge now the way that opium felt like he did. He loved his colder brothers, but there was something more natural, dirtier, earthier in this. "A million flowers blooming around spores," he mumbled through his smile, and then a hand was at Opium's throat, bringing his mouth in against his - harder than it might have been a year ago, before he took on his new roles with Harmony.