What wasn't he thinking about, really? That had been why he'd come out to wander really. To try and see if he couldn't make some sense of everything that was running around his head. So far, it hadn't really worked, but at least he couldn't say he hadn't tried. Besides, maybe something would come up later. It was far more likely it wouldn't, of course, but he couldn't really discount that slim possibility just because it was unlikely.

"Nothing important."

Not quite the truth, but close enough, at least by Squall's thinking.