"I prefer to think of myself as the stranger that everyone eventually gets to know" Azrael replied with a gentle smile.
There was a lot of truth in that. He was the Archangel of Death after all. Once upon a time he had a Choir, and he had other Angelic beings to help him in his job, helping dying people to their afterlife and making sure that no undeserving soul was stolen by Hell's minions. Azrael had a few loyal followers and he had been as good as alone for thousands of years. It had been a very lonely existence. He would wake each day and thank God that he still lived, that he had not been hunted down like his Grigori siblings and slaughtered. And now that he had been forgiven, he could feel that heavenly connection, feel the pure essence from Heaven and not just the universe around him. He had ascended once more. A Christmas Miracle. It gave him hope that God really was still around. Just hiding, like he had before.
"Ice cream, huh? All right, we'll go and get ice cream" he said, offering Will a hand to help him get out.
He took a few steps back, shifting out of the cramped space. If Will didn't want the help, that was fine, but Azrael was worried by the way Will seemed to tremble. He was clearly weakened not just by the experience but by the raw emotions he had been feeling. He could try humming when they got out into the open. Channel some essence into trying to at least rejuvenate the child's spirit. The power of Angelic song could do so many things and Azrael had been teaching himself subtle song tricks over his years in exie.