Two flames, one fuse
Put two Rams in a room and the temperature rises within minutes — not from tension, but from recognition. Here is someone who moves at your speed, says the thing instead of hinting at it, and never mistakes your bluntness for cruelty. You don’t have to translate yourself. That’s rarer than either of you admits, and it lands like relief.
The trouble is that neither of you was built to yield, and Mars rules you both. A disagreement about where to eat can escalate into a contest neither remembers starting. You compete when you mean to collaborate, and you both go quiet-then-loud rather than soft. Two people who lead brilliantly and follow badly have to invent a third thing to serve — a plan, a project, a shared opponent — or they’ll just push against each other.
What saves this pair is how fast you forgive. The blow-up at noon is genuinely gone by dinner; grudges bore you. Learn to hand each other the win sometimes on purpose, and you become the friend who dares the other out of a rut and back into their own courage.