"How did it go?" Kevin was there when Connor came out of his office. It was really just a supply closet with a table, chair and some shelving squeezed into it.

"Did you stand here for the whole two hours? Listening in?" Connor wrapped his arms tightly around Kevin's waist and rested his chin on Kevin's shoulder.

It was late, and he was so incredibly tired. Furthermore, it has been so long since he wore his uniform, he had forgotten how uncomfortable and suffocating it was.

"No, I was sitting on the floor," Kevin put his own arms around Connor, "So?"

"Good, I guess? He's nice, but I can't really tell what he thinks about us. Good thing is that he's not a Mormon, so there's that," Connor sighed, "He still has to think about it and he'll let us know."

"At least we've tried, right?" Kevin yawned.

"Yeah," Connor unwrapped his arms around Kevin, "C'mon, it's way past your bedtime."

"I'm not a child," Kevin threw a disgruntled look at Connor, but dragged himself towards the direction of his room nonetheless, "Goodnight, Connor."

"Goodnight, Kev," Connor waited for Kevin to disappear into his room before he returned to his office.

He pulled his tie off over his head and threw it onto his chair.

'At least they've tried' was not going to be a good enough consolation for Connor if this fell through. A failure is still a failure, no matter how hard he had worked. Nobody gets the Nobel prize just for trying.

Connor jumped when the Skype ringing tone suddenly filled the small space. Was Mr Greene calling him back?

"Mom?" Connor clicked on the 'answer' button, and the pixelated image of his mother came up on the screen.

"Hey, mom. What's up?" Connor squinted at the background, "Are you in the car? You'd better not be driving and using your phone at the same time."

"Oh it's so good to see you, honey!" His mother laughed, "No silly, of course not. I'm already in the driveway. Why are you up so late? It's got to be one a.m. in Uganda."

"Nah, it's nothing, I was busy working on something," Connor dismissed her concerns with a wave.

"Have you been taking care of yourself? I hope you aren't working till late every night, Connor. How are things in Uganda? How's Kevin?"

"Uhh, yeah. Everything's okay. Kevin's doing better," Connor hadn't really given much thought about how he was going to come out to his parents. It wasn't high on his list of priorities, since Connor assumed that he was going to still be in Uganda for another 18 months. But now that they might have to return to America soon, maybe he should start working on it.

"I have something to tell you, Con."

His mother got out of the car and went inside their house in Salt Lake City.

Connor frowned, "Why…why is everything in boxes?"

"We're moving. Your dad's got a new job in London!" She grinned, "Isn't this exciting?"

"What?! Why? What's wrong with the job he has now?"

Connor didn't want to go to London.

Once upon a time, he would have been thrilled. Connor had always wanted to live in a foreign country, that was one of the reasons why he signed up to be a Mormon missionary. London wasn't New York, but it still had the West End, and great theatre schools.

But London doesn't have Kevin Price. Kevin would be back in America, either with Arnold in Utah, or at Harvard in Boston, thousands of miles away.

"We figured that we need a new start, after everything," she explained.

"And a whole new continent is the way to go?"

Her smile faded, "What's the matter? Do you not want to live in London, hon?"

"I- I don't know," Connor scrubbed his face tiredly, "It's just a bit of a shock, you know? Suddenly finding out that we'll be living in a whole new country. And you're okay with this? With leaving everything and everyone you know behind? Just like that?"

"Well, that is a part of starting anew, isn't it? I'm sure we'll get by fine."

"You don't know that," Connor murmured under his breath.

His mother continued to talk, but Connor wasn't listening.

Did this mean that he may never see Kevin ever again, if they left Uganda for home?

"I- I need to go, mom. I'm beat."

"Take some time to think about it, Con. I'll talk to you soon. Goodnight, hon. I love you."

"Yeah, love you too."

—

Come morning, Connor had already thought about it plenty. There were only two options which Connor found viable: Either Connor stays in America, or Kevin comes with him to London. There was also the whole other problem about what if his parents said no, or what if Kevin said no, but Connor had fallen asleep before he had the time to worry about that.

"Out with it," Kevin suddenly piped up while they were waiting for their turn at the clinic.

Connor wasn't aware he had done anything wrong, "What are you talking about?"

Kevin looked up from observing the big bug crawling on his shoes, "You clearly have something on your mind from the moment you woke up. So what is it?"

Connor tested the waters, "What do you think about studying abroad after our mission, say I don't know, in London? They have really good medical schools over in Britain too, right?"

"I think that's a great idea!" Kevin snapped his fingers, "Let me phone my parents and ask them for a couple hundred thousand dollars. Oh, wait! I can't."

Connor hated it when Kevin was being sarcastic like that. He exposes the flaws in Connor's ideas by throwing them straight in Connor's face.

"What if money was not an issue?"

"Money will always be the issue, Connor," Kevin sighed, "I have nothing to my name, except the five hundred bucks I still have back at the hut."

Connor didn't think that Kevin's parents would be that cruel, would they? Were they going to just wash their hands off Kevin forever?

"But you're really smart! You could get a scholarship anywhere, and of course you could stay with me if you wa-," Connor clamped his mouth shut immediately.

Kevin raised his eyebrows, "Stay with you? In London? What are you trying to tell me?"

"Uhhh," Connor might as well drop the act, "My parents, they're moving to London. For my dad's new job."

"And you're going too?" Kevin's voice had a panicked edge to it.

Connor knew he was expected to follow his parents to London. His mother had implied that much.

"I don't know yet," Connor seemed to be saying that a lot lately, "But I was being serious about what I said earlier. You could come along and live with us, it could work, right?"

"I'm not some abandoned puppy you found at the shelter, Connor," Kevin flicked the bug off his shoe.

"I know," Connor sighed, "I'm sorry."

Connor could probably persuade his parents to let him stay in America. But they've already given up so much for Connor, he really didn't want to disappoint them again.

"I'll think about it."

"Really?!" Connor almost fell out of his seat.

Kevin held up a finger, "I didn't say that I'm coming with you. I just said I'll think about it."

"That's all I ask," Connor couldn't stop grinning. This WAS exciting. He was going to be living in London! With Kevin! His parents had to say yes, right?

"You ask a lot, Connor McKinley."

"I do, I do. I know I do," Connor grabbed Kevin's hand, "I love you so much."

Kevin shrugged, "To be honest, I don't know if I can bring myself to go back to Utah, lest stay with Arnold. The Cunninghams live right down the street from my house, you know?"

Connor squeezed Kevin's hand, "We'll figure this out."

"Elder Price!" Gotswana yelled from inside the hut.

Kevin stood up, "I'd better go, before he bumps us off the queue and we have to wait another hour."

Connor wanted to grab Kevin's face and give him a kiss. He was so thrilled! Of course, he knew better than to do that in public, in Uganda of all places. He loves Uganda, don't get him wrong, but the constant awareness of having to watch how they behaved in public was exhausting at times. It was unfair.

Even though he wished to stay in Uganda to continue their work, Connor couldn't wait to go to London.

Now, all that was left was to come out to his parents. Easy peasy, right?