Off. He loved Elder Price's enthusiasm. Sure, he could be a little prideful, a little self centered. But it motivated him to do such wonderful missionary work that Elder McKinley just can't fault him for it.

On. Connor loved the light in Kevin's eyes as he talked about Heavenly Father and his work. His sweet eyes and the flushed apples of his cheeks. Connor understands why Arnold calls him a Ken doll, there are diamonds in his eyes.

Off. Elder Price keeps his clothing so neat, perfectly pressed and white as Heavenly Father's beard. His hair combed and gelled into submission without a hint of stubble on his fresh young cheeks. Elder McKinley always presents him as an example to the other Elders (cough Arnold cough) for how they should strive to look.

On. Connor loves watching Kevin get ready in the morning, the precise way he smooths his shirt (pulled so tight across his chest) and shaves away the hair on his neck. The way his tongue pokes our of his mouth as he struggles with his hair in the Ugandan heat.

Off. Elder Price shows such wonderful initiative and creativity, writing and performing a song to teach the Africans about Joseph Smith and the beginning of the Church. Even though the villagers didn't seem to completely understand, Elder Price showed such flair it inspired all the Elders to find new ways to preach.

On. Watching Kevin dance and wink and hearing his strong clear voice made Connor's heart stop, then rush blood from his head to….somewhere else. The way he shimmies and wiggles. And oh god, that wink, had it been in his direction? Connor liked to think so, even if it was only a lie.

Off. The only detriment to Elder Price's character is his obsession with Orlando, but it is only slight. It can detract from his focus on his chores, however Elder McKinley likes to think that it shows the purity of the young Elder's heart. Disney is the epitome of the Mormon missionary attitude - wholesome, ever smiling, and innocent.

On. The way Kevin sings Disney songs while washing dishes is the cutest thing Connor has ever seen. He gets so excited and loves to tell everyone his favorite movie, the prettiest princess, the best rides at Orlando. He sighs so prettily. Connor wants Kevin to gush about him like that. It'll never happen. Kevin wants a princess, not a prince.

On. Once, Connor watched Kevin get ready for bed. His fingers deftly sliding the buttons of his starched shirt through the tiny holes. The shirt slipping off his shoulders and the careless way he throws it into the laundry pile. It's so different from the crisp, exacting routine of the morning. Relaxed. Connor wishes he could see Kevin like this more often.

On. The Hell Dream Connor has every night, where he is tortured for his unnatural thoughts by watching Kevin under the hands of Lucifer. The screams, ear shattering and heart shriveling. "But I'm not having gay thoughts! It's his fault. It's all him!" The accusation stings but it's true. Kevin is in Hell because Connor can't stop thinking about kissing him, loving him, making love to him. He wakes and wants to die.

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