He shrugged. "Same old, same old." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Just thinking about some stuff. Or rather, some stuff has me thinking." He was being vague now. "Secrets, I guess. You know? I'm just not into them, I suppose. They bug me out. I hate having them, and I hate it when I feel like other people have them. Most people probably do." Wes wasn't sure where he was going with this, but he paused in case Sarah wanted to throw her two cents in.