[Gene nods, either ignoring or oblivious to the discomfort. Maybe sort of both - it just doesn't occur to him that it'd be weird to hear that, because it's how everyone talks, and it's sort of a disturbing thing to picture, so that would explain Scott not doing cartwheels about the whole thing.]

He grinds his teeth in his sleep. [It comes out almost without him meaning to say it, but it's sort of an explanation, for why this is so strange. Snafu's jaw isn't working right now, even if he's breathing and thus obviously not dead. It's just... strange.

Gene laces his fingers together, badly wanting a cigarette, but knowing he can't smoke in here.] Everything else'd be quiet, but it helped, havin' someone in there with you. Made it feel less lonely.