[It's odd to talk to Izuku, as well, seeing him so much younger than himself. But. It's still him and he will cling to every single thing he's done without him there, however also with him right there in another way. This is a person who inspires him to do his best in everything. It always comes back to this.

He nods his head, he can show him now even with the tax on his quirk. It will take him a little to make something as he gets used to how weakened in comparison it is, but he folds his right hand as if he's holding something and the night's air begins to billow the telltale signs around it.

His eyes turn to his hand and then back to Izuku at his question. Well. Not a question, but a statement in question.]

I can do that. I can't promise you that all the stories are uplifting.

[The small bit of ice he's made in his hand gets waved over by his warmer hand to temper any bits he can. Normally it's not so bad, but normally he can control his quirk. It will work for his purposes. He fishes the can out of his bag and hands it to Izuku.]

Can you set that somewhere you'd like for me to hit it. Close doesn't matter.