You meant to make small talk and your mind sinks, uninvited, straight to the question the other was not ready to be asked. Mercury squares Pluto, the light thought scraping against the probe that wants the bottom. Chat, and you feel you are wasting the hour. Dig, and you spook someone who only wanted coffee. The price showed up in relationships where people felt interrogated though no one had agreed to an interview. Years of it taught the restraint to hold depth without always handing it over. Keeping quiet about what you saw is its own kind of respect. A mind that knows how to wait is a scarce thing, and now it is yours.