Tiger/Leo and Ox/Aquarius sit at 58-63%, a cross pairing of the self-crowned monarch and the moody storyteller who refuses to clap on command. One needs an audience; the other is famously stingy with applause. That is the whole plot.
When Ox/Aquarius does deploy its ballistic humor, Tiger/Leo gets a court comedian of genius, and Tiger/Leo's exuberant heart can coax the withdrawn child in adult clothing out of a sulk like nobody else. On good days, each is the only show the other wants tickets to.
Tiger/Leo holds forth; Ox/Aquarius, taciturn until the anecdote mood strikes, answers in long silences punctuated by devastating wit. The monarch hears silence as insubordination. The storyteller hears bragging, especially about past romantic conquests, and quietly files it away.
Friction lives in moods and thrones. Ox/Aquarius swings between work and play, home and mate, and its fickle reversals yank the rug from under a partner who requires steady adoration. Tiger/Leo's royal isolation deepens exactly when reassurance is withheld.
Tiger/Leo learns convincing false modesty, the one skill its splendor is missing, because applause cannot be commanded from an Ox. Ox/Aquarius learns that reliability is a gift worth giving someone who burns this bright. Shared laughter saves them repeatedly.
At 58-63%, Tiger/Leo and Ox/Aquarius are workable with effort. Brilliant entertainment, unreliable applause; it lasts only if the crown comes off at home.