[Oh no, Palamedes thinks, for two reasons: First, oh my god, Shoyo is putting this shirt on him live and in person, and he cannot possibly resist this in any physical capacity even if Shoyo didn't have four arms. It is all he can do to just accept his fate with the occasional muttered "ow," letting Shoyo drag this jersey over his head with resignation. Please mind his glasses.

Second, Oh No, he's making the tree climbing incident sound so heroic— mortifying, if still touching in how much Shoyo considers it a fond memory? Of being hung in a tree and going to a hospital?

Friends... ah.]

You know I'll write on anything if given the chance, [he says, once again blindly giving the spot where Viktor is a nod for emphasis, as he tries not to think about what he looks like currently.

And, hm,] Did you really keep it, Shoyo? I could— I mean, there are other stickers. Many of them without the traumatic association, too.

[but wah... touching....]