His arms wind around her almost of their own volition, Matt tucking her head under his chin, soothing her with his presence and scent. He was a little unsure about just exactly where this was going to go; he'd had a few ruts before, but generally locked up by himself and dosed up, or one time with a willing beta to take the edge off. He'd never lost himself with an omega before, never been around one who wasn't already 'taken' or locked up tight.

That it was Foggy seemed to just make his protective urges spike up to an eleven. "Okay. It's okay. Whatever happens, we'll manage it together, right? Nelson and Murdock."