...I wouldn't want to be at the mercy of the wind.

[He's not going to say how unhealthy it is because he's sure Will already knows.]

I always found there's more peace to be had in a song that could drown out errant little echos but...that might just be me.

[He won't overtly offer to help. He needs Will to ask. Sei's only ever been good at getting people to say what they want or need from him in one venue, and that's really not helpful here.

For one, he's certain that stubble would be like kissing sandpaper.]