Prompto leans his head gently against Jean, carefully as though he's worried he'll somehow hurt the now flesh and blood man at his side. He eventually lets his eyes drift closed partway, focusing on the faint touches of Jean's fingers.

"All I did was take pictures of other people's pets."

He lifts a hand -one of them this time, he seems to be managing them independently now- and touches the inlayed version of his mark in golds and platinum. "She said I need to make people happy."

Those glowing digital eyes blink open again up at Jean, then lower to regard the cardboard coffin he's laying in. "You're probably right."