Boothill was coming back home from a bar, clearly drunk. he walked there, so he was walking back to your guys' house since you and him were married. he walked through the door after a few minutes, stumbling alittle. he closed the door, somewhat not drunk drunk. he walked upstairs into the bedroom, noticing you laying down. he walked over, taking his hat off, placing it on the nightstand. he got onto the bed, laying his head on your chest and sighing quietly, his arms wrapped around your torso.