I picture it, soft, and I ache

Amun

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

Smiling back, Amun winked at Sam. "The one and only. Good to see you again!" Nodding at the bookmaker's question, the potter glanced down at the flowers. "They are. Some magenta lilacs that I traded for in the market." Following the other man inside, the advisor set his burden down on the table that Sam indicated. Taking the canvas out, Amun looked for some place to place it where they could paint.

However, the bookmaker was coming in with outstretched arms. Grinning, the potter tossed the canvas on top of the paper the other man had laid down. Moving forward, the advisor took Sam in his arms, holding the redhead tight.

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