Opium smiled. "Red," he nodded. Though there were little flecks of white on some of them, a strange inversion of a color scheme he had been playing with some weeks before. His arms wrapped snugly around Tracer's shoulders and he hugged him back, nuzzling against his hair for a moment and smiling. "I did miss you..." he hummed.
But a wider grin replaced that one. "Are you worried about my clothes getting dirty?" he asked, "Because I can always take them off when we go downstairs, brother..." he whispered back, leaning in to kiss the Drug's jaw. He was feeling overly-affectionate today; maybe it was the sunshine. "Come," he said, "tell me what has changed."