Very gradually it's becoming clear to Gabriel that he may not be in as much danger as he first thought. Or at least that's what he's praying for here. He wants to trust him so badly, yet there's a big part of him eager to remind him how how many times that same trust has been abused.

He watches as Will takes a tentative step forward, his own heart pounding as he instinctively cringes back a little, giving his reply in the form of a quick, sharp growl and a pointed nod towards the gun, before he glances back up to the man holding it. It's not an aggressive sound, but certainly one that says he doesn't want him close while he's still holding it.

Lowered as it may be, it's the weapon which has him so hesitant to let Will help him. Come on man, put it down. If I was going to rip your head off I would have by now.

While he waits for Will to make a choice or do something else, Gabriel lets himself rest his head down for a moment but keeps his eyes trained on Will. There's no point in spending energy making himself look anymore dangerous than he already might seem, and he's in too much pain to really turn down help if that's really what Will might be offering him. Either way, he's a little more at ease now that he won't have another bullet put through him in the next five seconds. Only a little, but it's enough.