put yourself first for him

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Snorting, Amun reached out to clasp Sam's shoulder. "Of course they count." The potter found himself grinning as he squeezed the redhead's shoulder. "And since I'm the guild master, what I say goes, right?" Chuckling, Amun waved his hand as if to invite the other man in on the joke.

Sighing, the guild master dropped his hand. He opened the door and frowned when he saw the lock had been forced as well. Putting his hand on it, he nudged it back into the correct shape. As he did, a tendril of metal from the bracelets he wore crawled down and inserted itself into the keyhole, forming a new key.

"I don't know. I still get...cravings sometimes. For...you know." Hesitating, he added, "And I still think I see some things that aren't there, in the corner of my eye. Hear things that aren't there." He shrugged. "Maybe it's all in my head."

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid