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

Reaching up with one hand, Amun slid his fingers through Sam's hair, holding the bookmaker's head close to the potter's chest. "I've enjoyed it as well. Threat of spontaneous combustion aside." He chuckled a bit, giving the redhead one last squeeze before releasing him.

The advisor's lips curled up into a smirk. "I thought this date was supposed to be for me," he drawled, giving the other man a wink for good measure. However, Amun nodded, glancing around at the room. "Sure. We can absolutely do that, whatever you're most comfortable with. Is there a place to hang the canvas? Or better yet, an easel?" He rubbed the back of his head and laughed. "I knew I was forgetting something." Shaking his head, he snorted, inviting Sam into the joke as well.

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