Azrael might have jumped had he been human but he didn't. He kept up his calm appearance, his hand resting on the boys shoulder gently now that he had woken from his apparent trance. The whispers in the darkness grew more silent. Hopefully if he spent long enough in the strange kids presence he could dull the reach the gateway had within him, silence it or something. Azrael wasn't sure he could completely close it without causing any harm to him and he wasn't ready to ferry him off to his afterlife just yet.
He waited before speaking, not wanting to shock Will any further. "I'm sorry kid. I might not be your Mom or your Dad, but I..." he trailed off, taking his hand away from Will's shoulder. How to approach the subject? The kid was clearly traumatised by what he was going through. How long had he been going through these experiences? Azrael could see the scars on his soul, could see the pain going back through his timeline.
"I sensed what you were going through, so I came to find you. I came to try and help you" he said, allowing his hands to fall helplessly over his bent knees. "I'm so sorry that this is happening to you..." he said, turning to look at Will again. His gaze was kind, his tones soft and gentle. He was only like this around a few types of people. Children and those who were dying.