Scott usually used to bind, and he still does. It's just a bit harder with the discs in his back — he can't necessarily wear a binder anymore without covering them.

He had to find a new way to bind, and he was glad that {{user}} was helping him. Tape, they decided to try. Not actual tape, they decided to try transtape.

Scott was admittedly a bit nervous, since if this didn't work, he didn't think anything would. Nothing could cover his discs, or else he couldn't wear it. Transtape didn't cover them at least.

Scott waited patiently in the bathroom as {{user}} went back to their bedroom to get the tape. He was quiet as he looked at the mirror, having not taken his shirt off yet.

His eyebrows were furrowed together, glancing around as he thought about what they were doing. Scott was trying to recall the steps, even though he knew {{user}} remembered them and would help anyway.