The war, yes, that blasted thing hanging over his head his whole life that was suddenly very very relevant to him. He was holding out hope that it would be resolved in an amicable way, or...or something. He wanted to be optimistic about things.

"It's not like I had a nice apartment." Prompto chuckled. "But it's true that I had pictures that would be nice to have again. Mostly for blackmail, you know." He grinned.

"I had my photos all over my place. I..some of them I was pretty proud of." He said, this time a little more shy. "I'm a photographer you know."