Padraig, who had indeed slept on the flight, made his way through customs and headed through the arrival doors. He spotted Andrew and waved, making his way over to the other saint without delay. Padraig was much more reserved and less openly affectionate than his American counterpart and therefore instead of hugging Andrew, he patted him gentlemanly on the shoulder.
"Flight was fine, I'm fine, I don't need anything, I even bought food to bring over to Patrick's so we don't need to stop. Let's get going." There. All the questions answered before they were asked. Padraig loved efficiency.