You want to shine, and you want the person across the table to pick you without having to admire you first. The Sun squares Venus, the identity that performs grating against the affection that gives. Shine, and you suspect they mistake you for a show. Give, and you fret at having lost your own substance somewhere in it. The price showed up in stories where the affection got eclipsed by your presence, or where you dimmed yourself so far the other lost the person they loved. Through it you found the ability to shine without blotting anyone out. Tender light can share a room with your own light. The presence you carry now does not consume.