( even halfway drunk, roaming the halls of the mansion's unending noise and staying far from his own, klaus' mind still whirs and works. outside a room, he slows to a stop and listens. that voice. the voice of one the men behind that door. he knows it. steve. steve rogers.
he has the fortunate ability to hear what unfolds as if he were standing in the middle of the scene. he hears enough to know that the man he knew wasn't as upstanding and noble as a few might lead him to believe.
we all have secrets. skeletons in the closet. it hardly moves him.
he hears the breath of someone else. it's the reason he reaches out and pulls the door open.
klaus' expression is bland, dispassionate, even after he spots tony in the corner. his thoughts are quite the same as he steps a few steps inside. he glances at the scene starting again, and then offers tony his half-empty bottle of whiskey. ) Seems you need this more than I, at the moment.
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he has the fortunate ability to hear what unfolds as if he were standing in the middle of the scene. he hears enough to know that the man he knew wasn't as upstanding and noble as a few might lead him to believe.
we all have secrets. skeletons in the closet. it hardly moves him.
he hears the breath of someone else. it's the reason he reaches out and pulls the door open.
klaus' expression is bland, dispassionate, even after he spots tony in the corner. his thoughts are quite the same as he steps a few steps inside. he glances at the scene starting again, and then offers tony his half-empty bottle of whiskey. ) Seems you need this more than I, at the moment.