Ah, you don't gotta do that. I don't mind cleaning up, it was typically my job back in the tent since I'm not that good at cooking.

[he sure does sound like one of those trail hippies when he talks like that. but he takes Ren's bracelet, as careful as he would his own, not knowing whether or not these things are fragile.

and then, he starts talking, and Prompto's lips part, a questioning gaze on his face as if he has no idea what in the hell is actually going on.]

Uh.

[he looks down at the bracelet; it's the only thing that's changed since before a minute ago.

drawing a question mark in the air, he tries to communicate back.]

Whatcha say?

[need this back, bro? he holds it out for Ren to take a look at.]