Medivh lay back on the cushions, resting his head on the arm of the couch after he helped Khadgar get back up onto the couch. He was about to close his eyes again, when the Archmage slowly crawled onto him again. The Magus blinked, watching him, but not making any moves to dislodge him. At least he wasn't dropping on him like before. He had expected Khadgar to simply lay next to him. They'd still be close enough to touch. He wasn't quite certain as to why the other man wanted to lay on him like this. Medivh wasn't used to sharing a resting spot let alone someone using him as a pillow.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Just different.

"Hrm...a better, wrong and fun way hm?" Medivh murmured, quirking a brow at the other man. He couldn't help but crack a brief grin and a softly chuckled "Heh..." at the mention of Khadgar's back. Consider it revenge for his abused throat. He too was probably colorful in several places - and oh, boy he was going to be sore in the morning. The Magus stilled and sighed softly when the Archmage settled and rested his head on his shoulder. Now that they were situated, it really wasn't all that bad. After a few moments, he tentatively raised an arm to rest around Khadgar's shoulders - gingerly touching the back of his snow white head.

"You had quite a smack. Are you all right?" He murmured after a moment, turning his head into the one on his shoulder. His breath brushed against the silver strands at his cheek and his beard brushed lightly on Khadgar's forehead. Warm and alive, the Magus's breath and heart thrummed rhythmically beneath the Archmage.