It's the way they look at each other and talk to each other. They're two people who are trying not to look at each other and trying not to talk about something, and Walt is not a fucking idiot, okay? He's a goddamn detective. Maybe he wasn't the first pick for sheriff, but he keeps getting voted back in and the bad guys keep mostly ending up behind bars, so he's doing something right. And he knows that when two people talk around something the way his wife and Johnny do, they're hiding something. Something they did, something they will do, something they want.

But Walt knew Sarah was going to be hiding something when he married her. He knew that for the rest of their lives, she'd be hiding her feelings for John Smith, and they dealt with it by not talking about their pasts, and sometimes, in the mornings, when they'd have sleepy sex and roll out of bed and kiss over the top of J.J.'s head, Walt almost, for a second or two at a time, could believe that their lives were normal.

When Johnny woke up, that all got shot to hell.

Now their pasts are spilling out everywhere -- and the person who's asking about Walt's past isn't Sarah. Sarah couldn't care less. And that says more than Walt's really comfortable with, but he's good at living with secrets. He's been doing it for years. The more honest Sarah wants to be, the deeper Walt sinks into his secrets. They live in Maine, for Chrissake. He's the sheriff. Things like this don't happen to guys like him -- but if he's learned anything since meeting John Smith, he's learned that everyone's got a destiny, and it's pretty hard to get away from that. And the shitty thing about destiny is that it's always there inside you, and before you know it, it's a kidney stone, or a blood clot, and you're dead. Bam. Just like that.

Walt's hoping that his destiny is gonna be to die in the line of duty if he has to die at all.

Walt's pretty sure that his hopes are gonna be dashed. Johnny's visions always come true. Always. Walt knows Johnny's seen the end of the world. Walt knows Johnny's got his own secrets. Walt shares some of them -- neither of them are going to be telling Sarah about what's really happening with Stillson. Neither of them are going to be telling Sarah... anything else. They don't even tell themselves anything else. If Johnny's even involved in Walt's anything else.

These thoughts just circle each other.

What it comes down to is that Walt doesn't want to know anyway. He doesn't want to know. Sometimes when Walt wakes up in the morning, he and Sarah have sleepy sex, and he knows they're both thinking about Johnny, and he just doesn't fucking want to know. It's not healthy to live in denial, he's seen all the talk shows, he's worked all the cases -- but he's going to for as long as possible anyway. Because once his destiny catches up to him, he's going to be fucked. His own personal apocalypse, and then the end of the world.