It might have been mentioned, earlier, that William was not precisely coordinated in large bodies of water. Even the bathtub was occasionally difficult to negotiate. Gabe might not have had much weight on him, but he did have leverage, and William flapped around like a tropical bird for a few breathless seconds before being dunked again.
This time he thought he might have managed a foot in Gabe's side before he resurfaced spluttering. His hair hung in a dripping curtain over his eyes, completely obscuring his vision. He lifted it with a hand and narrowed his eyes. "This means war, Saporta," he threatened, and that was all the warning Gabe got before William launched himself in a mess of gangly, splashing limbs across the narrow space.