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

"Huh." Amun's face scrunched up as he processed the news that Amalia and Sam were half-siblings. Shrugging, the potter focused on the redhead again, features smoothing out. "What'd you do? And fuck destiny." Chuckling, the guild master winked at the other man. "Because in my experience all you've got to do is make her laugh and she'll move on from the whole mortal enemies thing." Amun grinned.

Tapping his fingers against the handle of his broom, he raised an eyebrow at Sam. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that." Smiling, the potter cocked his head to one side. "Nothing wrong with being shy and weird. At least you're not normal and boring. And being shy and weird doesn't preclude you from being smart and strong now, does it? Or handsome."

Moving on from his area, he swept the dirt into the center of the hall. Pausing, he gave the redhead a once over. "Now that is a loaded question." Chuckling again, the guild master returned to his sweeping. "What sorts of things do you like to do?" He glanced over his shoulder at the other man, though Amun soon found himself tangled up in his broom and had to face front or risk falling on his face.

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