Adrian didn't have much in the way of personal belongings. He had always lived out of a suitcase the size of a carry-on. As such, there was no baggage to claim, and he was out of the gate and into the departures lounge early, his small trusty case wheeling along behind him.
He hadn't seen Isaiah in person since the boy was fifteen. Adrian recognised him straight away, but the man in front of him was still incredibly confronting. This was his little brother.
Adrian dropped the handle on the suitcase he had dragged behind him all around the world, and he pulled Isaiah into a tight hug, too emotional to even say anything.