Medivh felt Khadgar start to loosen his hold, and he straightened - and blinked in surprise when he was turned around and was face to face with the Archmage. His face was still pale, the scar on his neck standing out in sharp relief. His hair had become a little disheveled from his outburst and this time - it was the Magus that looked down at Khadgar a little lost. He swallowed visibly, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.

Only his ex-Apprentice was able to undo him so much. He had never shown this much of himself to anyone.

This time, it was Medivh who uttered a soft noise when Khadgar moved in to embrace him tightly with face pressed to his collarbone. He vaguely was aware of sighing Khadgar's name as he grasped the other mage back, closing his eyes. Tears burned in his lids, as he struggled to contain his rampant emotions and retain some dignity. He had leaned back, shifting until both of them were leaning on the wall at his back. Surrendering, Medivh rested his head on Khadgar's eyes scrunched tight as he pressed his face to the other man's hair.

"Forgive me." He found himself murmuring. "Please forgive me." His voice sounded small to his ears as he expressed his remorse for many things. His current outburst - and the ones from the past. The curse that he had inflicted on him. All of it.