Connor's initial thought was, damn he's cute. 

~~

Marvin had left the house shortly before 4 pm, as the plan was set to land shortly after. He and Whizzer had spent the day leading up to then over at Charlotte and Cordelia's house so that they could take a break from the stress. However, after a prolonged lunch and chat, Marvin departed, leaving a kiss on his lover's forehead. 

The drive wasn't terribly long, and Marvin had the radio to keep him from silence. Though bringing Whizzer would have been a smart idea, since it was his family that flew over the ocean to visit, Marvin decided that it would be best for the lovely lesbians to keep him calm. 

Days prior, planning;

"Yeah, shouldn't be too hard to get a flight back. I mean, we were able to fly here."  Kevin said, voice crackling a bit through the phone. Connor made a sound of agreement.
"I could probably pick you guys up from the airport. Whizzer's a shit driver anyway," Marvin suggested, getting a half-hearted glare from said person. He wasn't exactly wrong. 
"Cool, we'll tell you when the plane lands as soon as we have it figured out," Kevin promised. "I guess we should call you when we land, though, so we can figure out where to meet, since we have no idea who to look out for."
"We could make this a lot simpler, y'know. Pictures are a thing," Whizzer said bluntly, in the midst of ... absolutely nothing.
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Connor's cheery voice countered. 
Whizzer huffed, but let it happen away. He loved the prospect of seeing family for the first time, but planning and cleaning? Way too much effort, as well as pretty scary. 

That's pretty much how it came to this and now. After finding a parking spot and making his way to the luggage claim area inside, Marvin pulled out his phone to take it off silent. The only new notification was from 'Doc' saying that his boyfriend was a handful. Very true, he had agreed mentally before looking up to survey the room again. He didn't know what he was expecting to find, but it's rather hard to miss someone who resembles the boyfriend you've been living with for years. 

Of course, it's also kind of hard to miss a man about 6 feet tall, in a room of rather short people. So, without much thought, Marvin made his way over to this tall person, finally seeing the ginger beside him. 

"Hey," Marvin started.
"Oh my gosh-" The ginger spoke as he turned, and yes; that was Connor. A more clear version of the voice over the phone, but same nonetheless.
"I'm Marvin, nice to finally meet you," he finished, giving the pair a kind smile. 

"Would it be socially acceptable to hug you?" Connor asked, joking as always. "I've been away from sane people too long." 

Ignoring the mock offended 'hey' from Kevin, as it had been confirmed, Marvin shrugged. "Sure, though I bet you'll find no one I know is quite sane either." 

The comment had been laughed at, and Connor did hug him. Kevin stuck with a handshake, which was fine. "How did you find us," he had asked. 
"Let's just say that there is a family resemblance."

Kevin chuckled. Marvin realized he sounds different from Whizzer, though that's to be expected; they're twins, not the same person. Though he wouldn't be able to tell unless they were standing together, he would've sworn Kevin's the shorter of the two. He had more of a tan, from hours outside, mingling with the Africans. His eyes didn't hold the same shine as Whizzer's, but that was more of a personal feelings thing. His style was more simplistic too; wearing a blue T-shirt and jeans. 

Connor also wore jeans, with a white tee and pink button down over it. While wondering how they even dared own warm-ish clothes in a place like Uganda, Marvin dare not ask. Not like it was important, anyway. 

"Once you get your bags, I can take you out to the car and help you load it in. Tell me if you need help with anything, though. Whizzer should be home by now, so you'll meet him there," Marvin explained in short.

As the three stood before the conveyor belt, awaiting their bags, they discussed how surreal it seemed; both actually being there, and the event having played out this way. Like, finding out about a secret twin is not something you were taught in school to deal with. Luckily, Whizzer had Marvin and Kevin had Connor to keep them strai- sane, mentally stable, whatever the word for it is these days.

Marvin was finally told that the pair hadn't been in the USA for about 10 years, and shook his head. "America will be scary, no matter which decade you visit." They joked a bit about the current Cheeto president and the political mess, but didn't dig too deep into that subject. They discussed stupid things, like if cereal is a breakfast soup, even as they carried bags to Marvin's car. In the end, they decided it was. 

As Marvin focused on the road, he was silent. Connor and Kevin sat in the back seats, and talked with each other; something about a boy named Arnold probably making a mess back in Uganda. As they laughed, Marvin noted that they had a similar.... well, this is gonna sound cheesy, he told himself but it was true. They had a similar vibe to him and Whizzer, with constant teasing and the looks, as well as the way they spoke to each other. However, Marvin didn't ask. He had to have some human decency, as he just met them and knew barely anything about them (yet we're inviting them to our house, smart move, Marvin sighed inwardly. Things were going fine, anyway). He could only hope his lover would be the same/ 

Soon, the car was pulling into the driveway. Marvin parked and unlocked the truck that held luggage. "Welcome to your new house for the next week," he joked. Both Connor and Kevin had come with only a backpack and a suitcase, so they declined the offer of his help. Instead, Marvin was able to unlock the door and call out "Whiz, we're back,"  as he let the guests in. 

They took in their new surroundings. "Nice house," Kevin commented. The ginger nodded in agreement, and Marvin huffed out a laugh. "Glad you like it." 

Connor was the first to see Whizzer, as he stood against the doorway to the kitchen. "Wow, you really weren't lying about the family resemblance," he said with a breathy laugh.

"Hey, Connor. 'Sup Kevin?" Whizzer greeted, as though he wasn't so panicked about this moment earlier. 

Kevin, in turn, seemed to return to the mentality of the 19-year-old that Connor had met a long time ago; full of fake confidence and semi-sure about what he was doing. "Hi," Kevin said, almost shyly. 

"Mom says hi."
Kevin gaped at the statement, but before he could say anything, Whizzer continued.
"She wants you to know she's sorry, and that she hopes your mother was good to you. Eventually, and she knows you need time to adjust to the idea, so it is eventually, she'd like to meet you and give you an explanation." 

The ex-Mormon nodded slowly, ignoring his friend's eyes on him. Marvin was instead staring at Whizzer, who rarely spoke of his mother, let alone called her on anything. Though, he guessed it was to be expected. He had found her other son that he knew nothing about.

This was going to be quite an experience...