Strange wasn't the word he wanted, but listening to Jean talk Tony felt such a strong resonance with what she said about how she was feeling in the shadow of her older self, a life she hadn't yet lived and expectations of the people around her as well as the memories of things she'd done but hadn't done. The details weren't the same, Tony wasn't dealing with those expectations in quite the same way that Jean was, but the feelings still resonated, feeling similar in a way that he hadn't expected to find in another person.
"I'd just like to go home." He admitted lowly, maybe that was the cowardly thing to say, he wasn't sure his older self would have admitted it, at least not beyond a general everyone wants to go home sort of way. "No one ever looked at me there the way I see people looking at me here." There was confusion on some faces, or the sort of smiles you gave to children when they were particularly cute. He knew it'd be strange for them, to see him and have only an older version for comparison, but he could see it on their faces all the time whether they meant to show it off or not.
"It's not that anyone here is unkind or anything like that." He was quick to add, because he hadn't had trouble with anyone here, it was likely something that was all in his head, he was reading too much into things, putting his own fears and doubts onto others in some terrible sort of echo chamber that made everything ten times worse than it actually was.
"At home all I ever had to deal with was people hoping I'd live up to the example set by my dad." He said with a low huff, "I think I pretty much blew that out of the water early on." Just a little bit of that Stark ego because he needed a bit more of it. "Here I see how much he's done and how easy he has it with his friends and all I can see is all the ways it's harder for me and I wonder what I should be doing differently so it's not always like this."