Haddock didn´t care for the magazine anymore. He needed a drink. Back to the dinner room he took two cups of whiskey. He posed the cup over the table and took a deep breath.
The Captain took a seat and passed his hand through his hair.
Since Tintin wasn´t a woman there´s only a reason that blood was there.
He was wounded. And in a very delicate part of his body…
He knew it because Tintin liked to use baby wipes to clean himself after after using the privy. Haddock laughed at it but at the same time he thought it was cute. Tintin heard it was softer and less aggressive than the toilet paper. He recalled now the painful way he sat at table.
If they had had any sex for the last two weeks, the Captain would think it would be due to penetration trauma.
He sighed. If they were just friends he could understand why Tintin hid it from him. But they had an established relationship for more than half and a year already. Hell, they knew each others body and minds more than enough to trust and tell any issue that could come upon them.
Maybe Tintin feared he could feel disgusted or upset by more an impediment to have sex, let alone the work. But no way he would get angry at his little angel. Besides…
He has a ass too, blistering barnacles! (LOL!) Tintin had been exclusive bottom until now but there was a first time to everything.
Now where was his little and cute rascal?
As if his thoughts were heard, the front door slammed. The footsteps went to the stairs that led to their room.
"Tintin?"
"Er…oh Captain. You´re there. Hu…I have to go upstairs, see you soon."
"Tintin, come here. Now."
The boy paled but obeyed. Once he entered the dinning room the Captain hugged him tightly and kissed him.
"Captain…"
"We need to talk, Tintin."