You want arms around you, and then you dive straight down into depths that scare off the very person who reached for you. The Moon's need for shelter faces Pluto's pull toward the dark transforming deep across the axis. Seek the calm and you suspect you are dodging the real thing. Go under and you end up in water where few know how to swim beside you. So your closest bonds rock between needing to be held and needing to never settle for shallow holding. Look for people who can do both. Some only shelter. Some only dive. The rare ones meet you at either end.