Sickness = Fail
Tracer paused with his hand on the sign he was turning, head cocking to the side. It took a moment - with the older siblings it always did - but Tracer saw the way that the universe fit together, even when he couldn't bend the strands, and after a moment it was there, in place, and he smiled and unlocked the glass door, opening it to Opium and, then, a moment later, he was hugging him as if they were far closer than they were. Because honestly, shouldn't they be? His brother smelled of the Organic and of old, deep connection. It felt like welcome.