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 at Sam's question, Amun nodded. "Yes I did and yes it did. It's waiting for you to pick it up whenever you're ready."  Now that the bookmaker had settled down a bit, the potter made sure to get working on the painting. He put the finishing touches on the redhead and the chair while the pose was held, choosing to eschew the background for now.

Grinning, the advisor chuckled at the other man's concern. Reaching up, Amun clasped Sam's hand, getting paint on it in the process. "Don't worry. It'll take more than a few memories to shake me." The potter lifted the bookmaker's fingers to the advisor's lips and kissed them. "Thank you, though."

Releasing the other man, Amun gestured at the artwork. "It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess that's ruined now. Still, ta-da." The background was mostly bare beyond some suggestive shadows, but in the center of the canvas was an image of Sam lovingly rendered, from the shock of reddish-orange hair, to the long lines of the redhead's fingers, to the last button on his shirt and the laces of his shoes.

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