"Come with me, then."

Gabriel stands and turns away, as if there wasn't a boy struggling under the weight of a small breakdown/the shock of coming back from a death by drowning/waterlogged clothes/a geist crawling around in his brain. He's always been a strong believer in teaching another to swim partially by tossing them into the pool.

At least he doesn't toss them off in the deep end/ That would be a technique favored by some of his siblings.

"We'll go to my car."