Though Mick had been under the assumption that they were there shopping for turtles, it was becoming pretty clear that Ray was hardly settled on any particular pet. Watching with mild interest as the taller man scurried from one tank to the next like an excited child. Which honestly, it was all the same to Mick whichever pet Ray decided on. He just had a hard time getting excited over a pet that didn't have fur and/or legs. Even when they did, his excitement level wasn't much more than a flicker of a smile. Apparently snakes and reptiles were just another topic in the other mans life that he knew an abundance about, and could hardly contain himself from sharing every little detail with Mick along the way. His rambles, though still somewhat exhausting at times, weren't what had Mick in such a fowl mood.
His conversation with Len earlier that day was still weighing heavy on his mind. Mick's emotions going from angry, to hurt, to worried, and back again. He had been pissed when he found out Len was planning some kind of attack on the yellow speedster that had wound up sending Barry into the hospital. But even more than that, he was shocked to learn how little Len seemed to think his life here mattered. Mick had been so caught up in his own coping mechanism with this place and Len's return from the dead, that he hadn't stopped to wonder how Len was handling it. Mick wasn't the thinker of the two, but that was no excuse. He was angry at himself for not seeing it sooner. For keeping his distance because he himself felt out of place in Len's life.
So yeah, he had more pressing matters on his mind then the health of a tank full of baby geckos. However, that wasn't to say that he didn't appreciate Ray's form of distraction. God help him, he was starting to actually consider Ray's tangents as charming. Maybe Cisco was on to something. There was something about this place that changed a person. Except he knew it was more than that. He couldn't pretend that Ray was still the 'distraction' he's claimed him to be at the start of all this. He was out at a goddamn pet shop, picking out hyper allergenic friendly pets with him for crying out loud. Finding Ray's excited energy over hairless creatures who 'couldn't love you back' quiet amusing, despite having a mindful of thoughts.
"You sure?" Mick asked, having no clue about the extensive process of tank set up or allowing proper filtration periods. Even if they were on opposite levels of excitement on the current subject, Mick didn't want to leave with Ray disappointed. Obviously starting to feel a bit guilty about being such a wet blanket on their little outing. About to argue that he wouldn't have agreed to go with him if he hadn't wanted to be there. But before he got the words out, Ray was tugging at his sleeve and ushering him towards the door. He knew the small gesture was out of respect for Mick's stance on PDA, and even though he was getting use to Ray's touch, he still couldn't bring himself to take his hand. Thankful that Ray's optimistic disposition allowed him to put up with most all of Mick's hangups without a fuss.
"You're eating junk food without your life being threatened now, huh?" Mick teased, coming out of his head and back to the present again. "Maybe I'm more of a bad influence on you then we thought." He told him with a hint of a grin as they left the store and headed back to his jeep. He'd learned back on the Waverider of Ray's tendency to snack on sweets when he was stressed or thought he was about to die. Lately however, Mick had been able to convince him that life was too short not to enjoy the simple things in life while you still could. Which included the occasional junk food binge. Even if Mick understood Ray's concern to stay in shape, a concern he also shared, it wasn't like either of them were going to blow up over night.