“Dib, are you alright?” Ms Xander’s voice called from outside the garden, the slightest hint of worry colouring her tone.
Dib let out a small groan as he got back on his feet from where he had fallen on his ass, after Zim had shoved him out. “I’m fine. I’m used to worse,” he answered, straightening his glasses. Damned alien. Why did he always have to be so hysterical and random? “This is really nothing compared to my usual…uh, fights with Zim.”
He looked towards her and taking in her image suddenly reminded him of the revelation he had just received. He blinked, starting to feel a little dazed once again. The idea of his rival attending sessions with a psychologist was unbelievable enough in itself, but seeing how she had handled the Invader had been too much for his brain. He had felt like his mind had short-circuited in the very moment when the Irken had listened to the woman and admitted that he was indeed in therapy.