You were lying in bed when you heard your boyfriend's strained muttering. You peeked an eye open to see Dib tightly gripping onto his hair as he looked at his thousands of notes on Zim. His eyes were wide with dark bags under them as he scanned over every inch of our room, which was just covered in drawings of Zim and other kinds of notes.

Finally, Dib caught notice of you watching, and his crazed gaze softened ever so slightly. "Hey, dear.. Sorry, did I wake you?"