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

"Who me?" Amun winked at Sam. A slow grin spread across the potter's lips. "Two things can be true," he added in a voice that was mostly a hum rather than actual words. With that, he stilled and fell silent again, giving the bookmaker time to paint.

When the redhead declared he was finished, the advisor nodded. Standing up, he shifted so that the blanket was wrapped around his hips like a towel or a skirt. It shushed around his legs and brushed the ground as he regarded the canvas. "And you said you weren't an artist." Perusing it, he shot the other man a grin.

Smirking, Amun clasped Sam's shoulder. "Excellent. Really excellent for your first time."  Chuckling, the potter gestured at himself with his free hand. "Especially since you were distracted."

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