[He can swim. Someone probably taught him. A mother. A father. A sibling who wouldn't mind humoring him. Someone probably made sure he could paddle and held him so he wouldn't drown and he got to live like that, happily, with a house that didn't burn down and a family that probably loved him.]
[Regardless of the accuracy of that train of thought, Gabe can't suppress the spike of vicious, incredible, indisputable envy - at this boy's life, at the life Gabe imagines he must have had, He knows how to swim. He got to learn.]
[He hisses in through his teeth before twisting his expression into a smirk. Rather incredibly, it straddles the line between friendly and deeply unpleasant.]
A beach counts as high ground now? That really is something.
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[Regardless of the accuracy of that train of thought, Gabe can't suppress the spike of vicious, incredible, indisputable envy - at this boy's life, at the life Gabe imagines he must have had, He knows how to swim. He got to learn.]
[He hisses in through his teeth before twisting his expression into a smirk. Rather incredibly, it straddles the line between friendly and deeply unpleasant.]
A beach counts as high ground now? That really is something.