He felt that tug between them as well, but Opium did pull back with a small inhale, feeling the connection between the strengthen in both directions as skin touched skin. Opium closed his eyes for a moment and tried to feel, tried to find the cold, wet ground that Tracer must have kept himself in. "Down," he said. "Show me where you keep yourself."
He could see the upstairs apartment any time he wanted, on any general visit. But that wasn't what he wanted now. Tracer had sounded lonely, in need to his family, and now that he flowed through the other god's veins, Opium could feel just how much he needed that bond. Apartments and beds were for people who had casual time to kill. As far as Opium was concerned, this was deeper. And he wanted to go deeper.