Oh, if only that were true.
If money equalled happiness, then - well, that’d be problem solved for him, wouldn’t it? He could’ve stayed with the Academy, with his father’s money, and just… Been happy. But it didn’t work like that. His father had had far more money than him and his seven kids combined could ever possibly need, and Klaus was pretty sure that he’d never been happy. He himself hadn’t, either, even if he’d grown up with billionaire for a father. The same probably applied to all of his siblings, even Luther, who’d never left.
But Tony was right about one thing - there was probably a lot that he didn’t know when it came to him. Really, he’d only ever read bits and pieces of news on the famous Tony Stark, on Iron Man, and he knew enough about that kind of life to know that what tabloids showed was always just a snapshot of a life. It wasn’t enough to really know someone by any measure.
“Oh, people never really stop to think about everything that they don’t know, do they?” Klaus let out a bit of a sad chuckle, shaking his head. He’d gotten his fair share of judgment for - well, for his whole life following the Academy, really. They never stopped to think about that maybe he and all of his siblings didn’t really have the life they always pictured. And maybe Tony didn’t have the life that the public pictured, either.
“Hey, if you ever wanna talk, I - oh, I really couldn’t judge you if I wanted to.” He offered, what was almost a sheepish tiny little smile on his lips.
Tony knew from Klaus’ words that he understood. He understood what it was like to be thrust into the limelight at such a young age, he knew what it was like to have every inch of his life under scrutiny from the public eye. If anyone was going to understand how Tony felt, it was Klaus.
Just before they got outside, Tony stopped and put both his hands on Klaus’ upper arms like he was forcing him to look at him. He wasn’t rough, he didn’t have that right, but he was about to say something that he felt like Klaus needed to hear, and he needed him to look him in the eyes so he knew he was listening, he had to tilt his head slightly because Klaus was taller than him but he was used to that by now. His Nonna was 4 foot 9, he obviously got those genetics from her.
“You’re a really sweet kid.” he said it with such sincerity, he didn’t mean for it to come off as patronizing at all. Klaus had been nothing but genuine, and honest, and that was rare for Tony to experience that. “Whatever happens today, I’d like to help you and I don’t mean that to sound disingenuous, I just know that... When I was in my early 20s I wish someone would’ve offered to help me. You don’t have to accept it but... it’s there.”
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