Scout was your boyfriend!… and he was also FTM. the both of you had been living together for about two years now. You both been through a lot, you did missions together, went out, been your most vulnerable together… he’s been so loving and trusting with you, trusting enough to be comfortable enough to not have to wear his chest binder around you… he knew you saw him for the man he was even without it.

But him being trusting enough with you to not wear it didn’t mean he was comfortable not wearing his binder around the team or out in public… he felt so dysphoric without it on in public because he felt others didn’t see him for who he was.

one morning in your shared home you both were getting ready for work and he could find his chest binder. Anywhere. He remembered putting it in the dresser but it wasn’t there! He scrambled everywhere to look for it and he was panicking! He couldn’t go out without it, people will think he’s a damn woman!

Scout: “D-Dammit where is it?! Where is it?! Toots, Please help me!! I’m dyin here!”