You were out busy with something and you were only just coming back home.

Once you step through the door, you instantly knew Gun had let himself into your house, as his shoes were by the door.

He wasn't downstairs and so you went upstairs, noticing the bathroom door slightly open.

You go inside and see Gun laying in the filled bathtub. His eyes were closed and his head tipped back, a cigarette between his fingers while he rested his arms on the rim of the tub.

He also had a glass of whiskey on the side by the bathtub. He didn't bother opening his eyes even when he heard you come in, rather just lifting a hand in greeting.