Yeah. [Finally he pulls away, scrubbing fiercely at his eyes as he does so. He has a feeling it'll be some time before everyone has to part, if their ability to go home really does hinge on fixing things here, but it's still bittersweet to think about it.

When his eyes are dry again, Izuku musters up a smile.]

Maybe when it happens, we could all get together and exchange notes or...or tokens of some kind to remember each other by! [He pauses.] Do you think it'd be weird if I asked people to sit for portraits?