One of the best parts about PAX Aus for me is that there is a crazypants movie theater right next door to the venue where the show is held, a place with the deeply Aussie appellation Jeff's Shed. It exists in an array of theaters, actually, executed in a spectrum of fancitude. Some resembled the theaters you know. Some are the kind where you basically have fucking recliners and shit plus a button that will indicate to the proprietors that you are not drunk yet and it's a situation you'd like to resolve in the near term.
I am not good at relaxing; I'm good at being a psychological spring wound so tight it looks like a thread. For some reason, Australia lets me not be that. Part of it is almost certainly that I can go to a movie and not feel like I'm letting people down being unavailable for a couple hours. Unless it's the kind of movie that can be transformed into a full evening of family activity, it's just not a thing that happens. As a medium, it's almost completely incompatible with my life. Movies coming home is a trend that's been en route for a while, Coronaworld just made the dynamics more stark.
Gabe's main problem is that he is incompatible with it. And by "it," I mean… "that which lies outside the house."