Dib scowled, switching off the movie. It was getting late and Zim wasn't even watching it anymore. The Irken was staring blankly at the ceiling despite all the death going on in the movie.
"Zim?" Magenta eyes dropped, shifting lazily to face him.
"Hm?" Dib sighed, Zim must have been really bored to not even bother with an actual word.
"What's up?" He asked, it was strange how disinterested Zim was in all the gore and the downfall of humanity.
"When you've been in real fights and seen people die, fake gore is really fake. That plus i'm sure those chemicals wouldn't cause that reaction." Dib rolled his eyes.
"It's meant to be fake. It's just a movie." The Irken shrugged at him and Dib sighed again. "It's past one so do you want to go to bed?" He'd have to get a better movie for next time... if there was a next time. Zim nodded in silence, seeming sleepy since his eyelids had begun to droop. Dib had brought some pyjamas but he didn't own a seeping bag and he doubted Zim even knew what one was.
"Just keep your hands to yourself Dib-thing." Was Zim suggesting they shared the bed? Dib glanced over at it, seemed big enough for two... or even three... Why did Zim need such a big bed? Dib pushed the thought aside, he'd deal with it later. For now, he had to get Zim to stop with the names already.
"Seriously? Can't you call me Dib?" Magenta eyes blinked at him.
"I've avoided calling you by your name for so long that it seems weird when I do." Dib fixed Zim with a serious look, taking a chance that Zim wanted this friendship to last, that it wasn't all an evil plot.
"You're now my friend so call me 'Dib' or I leave." The Irken dropped his gaze and Dib watched him sigh in defeat.
"You're mean... Dib." Dib smiled widely. Zim had chosen for him to stay. He wanted this friendship as much as Dib did apparently. Dib ran a hand through his hair in relief. He'd half-expected Zim to scowl and make him leave. The Irken stood up from the floor and Dib let his eyes follow Zim's movements until the alien stopped by his cupboard. Seemed like Zim was going to change. Dib stood, grabbing his pyjamas from his bag and making for the door.
"I'll change in the bathroom. I should be back in ten minutes." He didn't wait for a reply before leaving, shutting the door behind him and dashing across to the bathroom, hoping Gir wouldn't suddenly appear on him. He really didn't want to deal with the robot... he wasn't sure how Zim managed it day in and day out. Dib locked the bathroom door behind him, glad the computer had added locks to the rooms. Imagine if Gir burst in as he was changing! Dib grimaced at the idea, double checking the lock just in case. It was safe and he needed to get changed.