[he raises an eyebrow, the corner of his lips moving slightly upward. he's won out on a heated negotiation after all, and as much as it dismays McGinnis, it's still a small victory for someone like Prompto, who honestly doesn't win very often. there's also something commanding about his voice that piques his interest- whether or toy around with it a little more or just just let it slide off his back is another decision he'll have to make.

but even as Prompto gets a hold of the blanket, feeling its warmth still there from the body that it had once wrapped around it, he feels a weird sort of inability to just hand his camera over to a stranger. that thing in his hands? this thing, right here. it's his entire world. it has every last memory of the trip he took with Noctis, and every stop they made along the way. it's sacred to him in a way that things are usually not religious at all to him.]

No can do, major.

[that's probably not his rank.

he winds up sitting down anyway, invading personal space without invitation.]

It's nothing against you or anything. It's just.... this thing's kinda like my lifeline, you know? [in other words, he'd die without it. true to form though, he offers some of the blanket back to the other man.]

I'll flip through them for you, if you want. Can even zoom in on anything you ask.