Booker thought about carrying Nicky back to bed but he was probably too drunk for that. They'd both end up falling down the stairs and breaking their necks which would be a pretty embarrassing death to wake up from.

"You sound like your husband." Booker grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the couch and tossed it over Nicky. "Talking about painted shields and all that."

He tucked the blanket around Nicky's shoulders and started humming under his breath a little old lullaby he used to sing to his children. Actual singing might wake the others but a little humming to put Nicky to sleep was good.

As long as he didn't fall asleep while doing it.