When I was a child many moons ago we had this habit with my family that I really miss now that we live in different cities. Usually in the afternoons or whenever on the weekends my mom would go to her room with a book and read on her bed. At some point we’d pile on to the bed with my sister, she’d usually have a Donald Duck comic book with her and I would read books like the HP series. And we’d read in silence, just sprawled on the bed, limbs entangled, light kicking of siblings (ofc) and when there would be something funny in whatever we’d be reading we’d read it out loud to the others and have a giggle together.
And I really love the idea of these kinds of semi-impromptu reading piles with the gangs. Like Wash reading a book he found in one of the storage rooms, while Caboose flicks through a comic book as Tucker browses his data pad casually tapping his feet against Cabooses shin and resting his head against Wash’s legs.