Johnny found it insane that McKayla was okay with letting things be. 

He checked the peep hole over and over again to see what she had seen. Eventually McKayla had to groan at him, "stop going over there. Let it go."

Whenever he looked through the 

peep hole

, he saw what he had always seen. A boring hallway distored to look like he was looking through a fishbowl.

He wanted to ask her to look through it again but dared not. He wondered if she would still see the same vision. Wondered if maybe it was just a fluke. Perhaps she hadn't seen what she thought she had seen. Maybe she needed glasses now.

He almost asked at least three times. But the sight of her shivering ontop of his ottoman stopped the words from coming out. Instead the words rung inside of his head. "Do you mind looking through the peep hole again? Maybe you just were hallucinating."

Nothing was obvious now. He stood there thinking he ought to do something. The silence was deafening. So he walked over and spread his arms to signal an incoming hug.