Scorpio — today

Your friend said something last Tuesday, and you've been quietly filing it under Evidence ever since. *Pluto* is sitting in Aquarius right now, in direct opposition to *Mercury* in Leo, and that opposition is about as subtle as a brick through a window: 0.09 degrees of orb, which is essentially exact. Someone else's idea of who you are is running headlong into your idea of who you are, and neither is budging. The friend who said the thing? They didn't mean it as a verdict, but you've been treating it as one. *Mars* has just crawled into Cancer, where it will spend the coming weeks feeling vaguely wet and slightly aggrieved, and it's pulling your social instincts somewhere private and defensive. You're not going cold on this person. You're just... adjusting the file. The adjustment will be invisible to them. That's the bit you'd call discretion. Most people would call it something else, and most people would not be entirely wrong. You'll see them on Saturday. You've already decided how that's going to go.