The boy woke instantly.  Of course, he would have regardless of if he could see Azrael or not.  Though, of course, he would have simply pawned the pull of the angel on his subconsciousness off on a discrete noise in the night.  Such was not the case.  The angel would shift his wings as the boy would jump so startled.  Not a new feeling for him, exactly, most who he exposed himself to were startled..<br/><br/>That slight tilted smile appearing on those finely molded lips as recognition would dawn in the boy's eyes.  Proving that the angel had not been remiss in his attention.  Those long tapered fingers would make a slight movement, the visitor's chair, placed neatly against the wall would suddenly swing out, the slight scraping of metal against tile, and it would be placed next to his bed.  Long legs straddling the seat, his arms resting against the back.<br/><br/>"I knew you could see me.."  Nearly excited.  "I thought so the first time I passed by.. But i could not be sure without investigating, could I?  This never happens.. And you're a male.. usually the males of your species are even more head-blind than the females.."  He would fall silent for a moment, that boyish grin touching his lips.<br/><br/>"Oh.. I don't.. Look over umm.."  Telling the boy what he did do might be a bad choice.  The lad seemed extremely pleased to see him. " Err.. Yeah.. heh.  A habit.."  That slight blush to his cheeks as he would grab the magazine, placing it back on the bed.  "You seem to have quite a love of new places..  I love your postcards.."<br/><br/>A boyish smile, the angel feeling hundreds of years younger, all the sudden, though he looked no more than twenty to the boy in the bed.  His silver hair giving him an exotic look, rather than aging him.<br/><br/><em>He's so cute when he smiles like that..</em>