It was a surprise, the hug, but it was no problem for Oscar. He wrapped his arms around Tracer's shoulders and gave in a squeezed back. He was all for physical affection, having spent much of his youth in palaces with innumerable concubines where physical touch was at the every whim and call of their masters - of which, Opium always had been one.
"Such affection, brother..." he purred, fingers toying with the other god's hair, brushing down the back of his neck and shoulders.