[Wade crosses his arms over his chest; rolls his weight to one hip.]

And... because you don't gotta think about that stuff anymore, this place doesn't make any sense?

[He supposes it's not as confusing as it seems to be-- he doesn't know what type of environment this kid's used to, but he's been getting several context clues that it wasn't just high school and video games and trying out for the swim team. Something about the words Simon's been using-- "rations" and "gear" and "threat"-- make him think back to his military days.

And you always heard stories of soldiers who came back from war and couldn't handle everyday life, right? Something about the normalcy, of having to turn off that part of your brain that told you to be careful or you would die. Going into a grocery store and only having to think about what ingredients to get for dinner, not the safest place to take cover if the whole place got suddenly bombed. He can't say for certain that's what Simon's going through right now, but there's enough clues to be somewhat suspicious.

He shrugs.]

None of my business, in any case. Let's get goin', yeah? You're probably gettin' hungry. I know I am.