Sending Dib a confused look at his last few words, Zim couldn’t help but shake his head slightly at them. “…Then… Why do you yell at Zim… If you don't want to do it?” He asked, a little thrown off guard by what the other had just told him.
“...I-I don't know... I don't know... Maybe there's just something wrong with me... I don't want to lose you, but this keeps on happening…” Dib brought up his hands to wipe at his eyes.
“What? Lose me?” Zim shook his head. “But don't most people not like yelling yet still do it?... I do it, but it doesn't mean I like doing it or anything, so there’s nothing wrong with you.” He said with a nod as though to confirm that what he just said made sense.
“But there must be something wrong with me... You're the best thing to ever happen to me and still I yell at you... Even when I don't want to anymore...” Dib was shaking slightly now. “...And you're always so nice to me too...” His voice fell down to a whisper.
Giving him a small poke on the forehead, Zim looked down at him sternly. “Not always, and how can you expect yourself to not be yelling in this situation, hm? The only thing 'wrong' with you is this pneumonia.” He said with a nod to himself.
Instinctively swatting at the small poke lightly, Dib then caught the other's hand and pulled it in to nuzzle gently, playing with the Irken's fingers all the while. “I don't think having pneumonia is the only thing wrong with me... I think there are a lot of things wrong with me... Even when I am well...” He hugged the green hand close. He loved the other's skin and just wanted to feel it pressed up against all of his body as he sighed out lightly.
Zim’s eyes widened a bit before falling half lidded as Dib nuzzled his hand softly. “... I don't think there's anything wrong with you… In fact, I think you’re the most 'right' person I've met on this dirt ball of a planet.” He said before moving his thumb gently against the other’s cheek.
Blushing a tiny bit, Dib blinked his eyes up a Zim. “E-Even though I'm obsessive compulsive a-and everybody calls me crazy? E-Even though we've...” He trailed off, looking down at the covers and blushing a bright red now, remembering everything they'd done over the past few days.
Zim looked down at him confused. “We've..?” He twirled a hand as though trying to reel the rest of what Dib had been about to say out of him.
Glancing at the nurse momentarily, Dib only continued to play with his fingers nervously before dropping his eyes back down to the covers, blushing an even brighter red now. He couldn't say it in front of her as he fiddled with Zim's fingers silently, having by now tensed up somewhat.
Zim frowned. “What?...” He went silent when he realized what Dib was getting at. “Oh... But what has that got to do with anything?” He asked, not understanding why the other was bringing THAT up all of a sudden.
“W-Well...Y-You don't find it weird that we...Umm...You know...” Dib’s face was completely on fire now as he had stopped playing with Zim's fingers, his hands still shaking however. For him, he thought it was weird that he just couldn't get the image out of his head. He couldn't get ZIM out of his head. Every stray thought he had always returned to the Irken now.
“Hmm...” Zim put on a thoughtful face for a moment. “Nope!” He then took Dib by the hands. “So stop getting so worked up. Lots of people on this planet do that, right?” he smiled reassuringly at Dib.
Cheeks a light pink now, Dib blinked his eyes wide open at Zim. “W-Well...Yeah... B-But not with... With...” He glanced back at the nurse a second time, hesitating to say 'alien,’ not to mention 'MALE alien.’
Taking Dib's arm to draw out words to him with his finger, Zim frowned again. "But Dib, to me, you're the alien, and I don't feel weird or 'wrong' about it.” He wrote out before lifting his gaze back up to stare the other straight in the eyes.
“Y-You don't?” Dib dropped his gaze back down to the covers, his blush never leaving as a small smile graced his face, happy to hear that the other didn't feel weirded out by everything they had been doing over the past 3 or so days.
Placing Dib's hands back in his own, Zim shook his head in response. “No, Zim never makes any wrong decisions.” He smiled.
“S-So then what DO you think about it?” Dib asked, curious as to what Zim's response would be.
“Uhmm...” Zim blushed. “...Well...” he looked at the covers. “I think… I… I can't really describe it…” He said after a moment’s consideration.
Looking away to the side, Dib blushed also. “W-Well... D-Did you enjoy it? W-Would you want to do it again...? A-And maybe even go a little farther...” He said the last part in a quiet whisper.
Looking back up at Dib, Zim’s blush darkened. “Uh...Y-Yes, Zim enjoyed it and would do it again...And...Uh…” He just nodded his head slowly in response to his last question.
“O-Oh... Okay then... M-Me too...” Dib began fiddling with the blanket as he said that although in reality, he was nervous about the idea of going any farther with Zim.
Smiling happily at him, Zim just stared down at Dib before catching view of the nurse out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head a little to see her looking at them in a mixture of confusion and maybe a bit of suspicion, he then became rather paranoid and looked back at Dib again. “Uh… Uh, yes! Zim will be happy to… Uhm… Play badminton with you again, Dib.” He squeezed Dib's arm tightly to prompt him to play along.
Not realizing that the nurse was watching them, Dib sent Zim a slightly confused look now. “Huh? Wh-What? You want to play badminton with me?” He sent Zim an odd look.
Zim smacked a hand to his own forehead. “Ughh...” He then grabbed Dib by the arm and wrote him another message with his finger. “Nooo! Did you not see how that nurse was looking at us right then?! Like she knows or something! Just play along!" He wrote out urgently, hoping the other would catch his drift this time around.