It really was addictive, almost... He inhaled and felt the warm, wet smell of heavy dirt fill his nostrils, feeling like home. Like fresh linens and the comfort of something familiar. The ground.
He followed Tracer inside, letting go of him a little to allow the door to close behind them. "You sounded like you needed some company..." he said, brushing shaggy hair out of his face. "So here I am, to give you company... and to check out this cozy little establishment of yours. Tracer," he said, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder, "show me around, won't you?"