When Terrance got home after work, Johnathan was just kicking off his shoes after returning himself. "How was your day?" he asked the older male. Johnathan shrugged.

"We've got plenty of time to get used to it." It served as good enough for an answer and Johnathan didn't offer more. Terrance sighed to himself and went about freshening up for dinner. He knew his older cousin was right. As much as he wanted to on edge, waiting to be of use to his country, years might pass like this. Years. He wondered if he could survive hiding like this for such a long time even though he'd managed to do so for his entire life already.

After dinner, he laid down with a book in bed, still thinking over the problem. Maybe he should have just been born differently. Then he wouldn't ever have to choose which was more important to him--love or his mission.