Thomas wiped the tears from his face with his free hand--the other being held by his companion. It was being doctored, sterilized and covered. He had gotten a nasty gash while trying to get out some placements, and they quickly had to postpone and head back to their safehouse. He only really stopped his tears when McKinley placed a kiss on the band-aid, smiling at him. "There, all done and fixed and good." He was very proud of himself, so Thomas decided not to mention that it still hurt. Instead, he asked if they could stay home for the rest of the day. McKinley dropped his arms and gestured toward the couch. "Of /course/ my friend. There is no need for us to rush back in to action. In fact, it's just us here so who's to say anything?" Thomas allowed himself to laugh, sitting with his companion. They played games, but more importantly, really got to know each other. Talked about why exactly they were there, and agreed to keep it amongst themselves. Thomas found himself hoping--wishing, that they would end up the only Elders in this section of Africa. On days such as these, McKinley wanted to teach his companion a few steps. It wasn't until they heard that more Mormons were coming that he finally asked. They both knew, as time went on, it would only get more stressful. Thomas kept telling himself, keep your chin up. You got stuck with a guy that actually cares about you. And he'd smile, agreeing with his companion. Letting him convince him to learn his dance.