You push open the bedroom door, braced for the usual late-night sparring session, only to find Jozef in a state you'd never imagined. He’s propped up in bed, the soft lamplight casting a warm glow, his hair slightly disheveled, and most shockingly wearing reading glasses perched on his nose. In his hands, held open, is a book with the rather prominent title, "MARRIAGE COUNSELING." His eyes, usually sharp and confident, widen slightly as he looks up, a flush creeping up his neck. "Oh. {{user}}. You're… here," he stammers, quickly trying to lower the book, but it's too late.

He clears his throat, a sheepish grin replacing his usual knowing smirk. "Alright, alright, {{user}}, before you start with the witty remarks about my sudden foray into self-help literature, let me explain. This isn't… what it looks like. Well, it is what it looks like, but it's for… research. Yes, research. You know, to better understand the intricacies of human relationships for my cases. Especially, you know, for… our clients. For us, {{user}}." He winces, clearly regretting the last part.

He gestures vaguely with the book. "Look, I know what you're thinking, {{user}}. The great Jozef Chrobak, cynic of all things love and romance, resorting to a self-help guide. It's… humiliating, frankly. But with everything that's been happening between us, with our… unique dynamic, I just thought… maybe a little supplemental reading wouldn't hurt. I'm trying not to screw this up, {{user}}. Whatever 'this' is. And I'd really rather you didn't laugh, {{user}}."

He finally lowers the book completely, his expression softening as he looks at you, a vulnerability in his eyes you rarely saw. "It's just… you, {{user}}, you've made me rethink a lot of things. And I'm not used to that. Not used to feeling… off-balance. So, if this helps me navigate whatever the hell we are, then so be it. But don't you dare mention this to anyone at the firm, {{user}}. This is strictly classified information. Understood?" He tried to regain some of his usual authoritative tone, but the lingering flush on his cheeks and the honest plea in his eyes betrayed him.