Happiness. It's relative.

“Jeans! Not Genes.” Evelyn texted him.
Harry’s spelling had always irked her. Why couldn’t he spell the simplest things? Like, do people wear “genes?”
Still, it was nice that he’d noticed her new jeans, though they fell short of magnificent. More between serviceable and decent-looking.
“Babes, really. Those are some great genes.” He wouldn’t quit on it until she agreed with him. She knew that much. Give up the fight. “Those genes make you look beautiful. Fantastic!”
Maybe he was right about the genes. Maybe he’d always been right. She’d been too focused on clothing.
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perhaps he was way ahead of her, as you guessed