Arnold Cunningham had recently made up his mind to tell Nabulungi about his relationship with Kevin. Even though the taller brunette was very anxious about the meeting because 'Uganda is one of the most homophobic countries ever, Arnold!' It was almost like Kevin had forgotten that Naba had been the one who convinced Kevin to go after Arnold and confess his feelings towards the smaller elder. However, Arnold didn't seem phased by his boyfriend's warning, and told Kevin that they would go to Naba's hut after breakfast.

Kevin was making his now-routine cup of coffee in the small kitchen when Arnold came up and squeezed him from behind. Kevin jumped and almost knocked his mug off of the counter.

"Arnold! You know I don't like surprises," said Kevin, heart still racing from the small scare. Surprises had never been very kind to Kevin, but that was a story for another time.

"Sorry, buddy," replied Arnold, still sticking with the pet name that he had said since the very beginning.

"But seriously, we need to go right after breakfast before it gets too hot," Arnold pointed out, removing himself from around Kevin's middle.

"Arnold, it's literally six thirty in the morning. I think Naba hearing our confession for our undying love for each other can wait a few minutes while I drink my coffee." Kevin snapped, before feeling guilty. Arnold was just trying to help; he knew that now. Elder Price, the perfect Mormon, wasn't used to being helped. He wasn't sure if he ever would be.

"Look, Arnold, I'm sorry. You know how I get in the mornings," apologized Kevin.

"It's totally fine! Here, I'll sit with you while you drink your coffee. How did you get into that stuff, anyway?"

Kevin shifted, suddenly uncomfortable in his seat.

"Well, you know, after the whole 'incident' with the General, I kind of lost all of my hope, I guess? I mean, I know it sounds awful, but I had, and still have, complete doubt that Heavenly Father exists sometimes," Kevin said, groaned, and put his hands over his face in embarrassment. "Oh gosh, what kind of Mormon would say that?"

"A human one."

Arnold gently pulled Kevin's hands away from his face.

"Honey, you have to stop holding these completely unrealistic expectations for yourself. I know that you wanted to do something incredible, but we have to take it one step at a time, and not overwork ourselves. This is how you worked yourself into that panic attack, and I would love to never see you that scared again. I love you, and we're in this together."

Despite the kind words of his boyfriend, Kevin was skeptical. He'd been told to work for Heavenly Father until he couldn't anymore, and old habits die hard.

"How would you know about being a bad Mormon? Like, really bad? I mean, I know you don't stick to the rules all the time, but to doubt Heavenly Father Himself exists? You've done nothing that compares to even the thought."

"Kevin, I've never actually read the Book of Mormon."

Kevin's head snapped up, and Arnold silently wondered if Kevin had broken something in his neck at that reaction. Kevin nearly spit out his mouthful of coffee at the same time.

"You what?"

"You heard me," Arnold smiled sheepishly. "Now, come on! You finished your coffee, let's go see Netflix," he prompted, taking the empty mug from Kevin's hands, who was still frozen in shock.

Arnold led Kevin all the way to Nabulungi's hut, the taller elder becoming more and more fidgety as they approached it.

"Didn't you talk to her that night you ran away? I really don't understand why you're so nervous," Arnold said, looking back at Kevin.

"I told you that I don't like surprises. What if she kicks us out of her house? What if she kicks us out of Uganda? What then?"

Arnold stopped walking to cup Kevin's face in his hands and hopefully bring him out of this state of mind.

"Hey. She's not going to kick us out of anywhere. She's the nicest person we've ever met outside of the church, you have nothing to worry about." Arnold felt Kevin physically relax because of his touch, and reached down to lace their fingers together once more.

Soon, they were standing on the doorstep. Arnold still had the habit of searching for a doorbell, even if he had the common sense to know that there were none since the plane landed in the Ugandan heat. This earned a small smile and shake of his head from Kevin, who simply knocked three times on the door. Naba opened the door almost immediately, smiley and optimistic as always.

"Hello, Elder Price and Elder Cunningham!" Naba greeted, smile growing impossibly wider. "What are you doing here?"

"Nutella, we have something to tell you," started Arnold. Kevin tensed up again, but loosened up slightly as he felt Arnold squeeze his hand.

Nabulungi smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"We're, um, you see," Arnold tried to say, underestimating his nervousness about the entire situation.

"We're dating," Kevin specified, ending Arnold's rather pitiful attempt at an explanation. Kevin suddenly stepped back, as if expecting a violent reaction from the girl. Arnold would have remind himself to ask him about it later.

"Ha! I knew it! Hold on, I need to go find someone," Naba exclaimed, and all but ran past the two and went to Gotswana's hut.

The couple could only watch as she opened the door and yelled, "You owe me! They're dating! I told you so!" and Gotswana smiled, sighed, then handed her the required amount of money.

Naba returned to her hut and looked happily at the two stunned elders.

"You- you bet on us becoming a couple?" Kevin asked, completely confused, but somehow a little flattered that she had so much faith in their relationship.

"You mean, who didn't bet on you two? That was the most awkward, what do you call it, pining I've ever seen in my life!"

After a few minutes of banter had been exchanged between the four, Kevin and Arnold realized it was time to return to the hut since it was their job today to prepare lunch.

Once they got back, they both peered into the cupboard. Huh. I guess Elder Zelder and Elder Church would need to go to the market tomorrow, since the only things that could be made for a large group of people were off-brand Ramen noodles and Easy Mac. The two decided the latter would be better. I mean, who didn't love tiny noodles and powdered cheese?