Opium shrugged and grinned softly, "If you'd like." He had wanted to feel, yes - but he always wanted that and the need could be put to the side if it wasn't in the plans. But the moment the first sliver of skin showed, Opium's mind was put to rest and he started casually unbuttoning his own shirt - neatly folding it and setting it on the stairs before sliding out of his shoes. "I like that," he answered. "Sinking in, I mean. There's no reason roots can't tangle in one another as well." He closed the expanse between them, hands sliding around Tracer's waist and feeling warm skin under his fingertips. "Lead the way."