Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

He didn't hesitate when she came close enough for him to reach out and touch her. And while she asked him a question, and while there were plenty of other questions floating around in the back of his mind, his instinct was to ignore it and make her forget all about whatever doubts she might have had. He knew it could be done- and he longed for the experience that might quiet all the roaring voices in the back of his mind. She had questions that were eating away at her conscious thought too, and he wanted to give her at least a sample of what peace of mind he could offer, now that he knew how. 

"Because it's what I want." He rumbled quietly. Bronco had been living in limbo, caught between morals and obligations for so long- something about making a decision for himself, now, felt like it had been long overdue. He moved closer, so that he might be able to reach out and pull her toward him. "And I think it's what you want too." He said, his voice feathering he fur by her ear.