“People like us aren’t made for happy lives with happy endings.”
The way Ben was hanging made the morose look on Lorna's face come across as ironically cheerful as she made her dour declaration, her frown literally turned upside down in his perspective. Just the kind of abnormal face-to-face that the costumed hero lifestyle she was referring to was replete with, the very reason that normality was little more than a pipe dream for either of them.
Words of encouragement weren't exactly Ben's most practiced skill, but he gave her his best effort with a meager shrug to accompany them. "I think, when it comes to this whole gig, it's about the journey, not the destination. Going for the 'happy ending' is kinda just missing the forest for the trees, but backwards, I guess. Don't think too hard about that part."
Ben had already managed himself dozens of endings, none of them happy in the least, and was enamored now with the thought of living life as its own end instead of a means to something else. Squeezing out the tiniest bits of joy from existence where he could. "Step one to having a happy life? Let's go get some pizza." He dismounted from the streetlight he'd been clinging to while she hovered nearby him, leaping into the air and readying a webline to swing him toward the smell of pepperoni.