Garret was getting into dangerous territory, and he felt that secret sense that everyone has start to tingle. He had just met this guy, and while his magnetism was undeniable, Garret knew that he didn't want to get a reputation like that just as he was starting over.
It felt like tar was on the bottom of his feet as he took a step back. "I...don't think I should, Mickey. Th-thanks for showing me the machine and helping me." He held out the rest of the Snickers, it was the least he could do, honestly, and while he knew what he'd be doing in his room as soon as he got back, it didn't involve the Snickers bar.