Oh no. What if. He drops his arms like this and moves his leg this minimal amount because that will solve all of the immediate problems probably. This does not really have a reasonable result but he doesn't have any other ideas.

Snuggle. "I didn't catch your name?"

Oh that works much better.

"Oh, I'm Lucien. Uh - what was yours again. I was sort of trying to filter out what words you were saying earlier because I thought you might be doing voice based power things."

"I'm May."

"Um. Nice to meet you May?"

".... Uh, probably that wasn't the right thing to say at all sorry it was a reflex."

"I'm sure I'll manage to say more inopportune things than that before I'm out of the woods, don't worry about it."

Lucien has no idea how to interpret that!

"Because I am having a hard time shutting up so if I run out of appropriate things to say I will probably still say something."

"Oh that makes sense and sounds rather uncomfortable to experience."

"Yes I hate it. Though actually when I landed here I was trying to sleep and might go back to trying that soon if you're like, comfy and have your phone and don't mind that according to my mother I talk in my sleep and stuff."

"Uh, yeah if you want me to stay while you sleep I can do that." It's definitely not weird at all. Or at least not weird in a way that should matter right now.

"It's possible you can sneak off once I'm asleep without waking me up but I woke up in the middle of the night from backlash in the first place so I wouldn't bet on it."

"It's fine. It's the middle of the night here and I wasn't really planning on doing anything besides being on my phone on anyways. Sorry for the lack of a real bed."

"...why weren't you asleep then if it's the middle of the night here too?"

"Oh, my power makes it so I don't need to sleep."

"Oh, okay. That's neat." Snuggle. "...would it be weird to ask for you to like read to me or something."

What is this fever dream he is having and why.

"Sure, I can read if you'd like - anything in particular?"

"I have the taste of a literature professor, almost anything you get on - does Project Gutenberg exist yet, I don't know how old it is -"

"Yeah, Project Gutenberg is from the 70s - it started when the internet was just 15 computers and called the arpanet." Lucien knows a totally normal amount of the history of web infrastructure. "My mom keeps trying to convince me to read Utopia by Thomas More? It's a 16th century book about a fictional utopia - I'm not sure how literaturey it is? I could read something Shakespeare instead if you like."

"I've read Utopia, it's not very literature but if you'd like it it'd do fine to get me to sleep and I won't even miss whatever parts get read after I'm asleep. I think Shakespeare might suffer from having a single person read it but I do love Shakespeare."

"If you have a suggestion for Shakespeare that might not suffer too much I could read that? Or uh, I've been meaning to read 'War and Peace' at some point? Or something else - I'm not picky."

"War and Peace is on my list too. Let's go with that."

Oh her smile...

He can read her War and Peace while snuggling until he is sure she is asleep, and he definitely isn't having feelings about this - he can do that some other time that isn't this week. 

Eventually her tired commentary on the complicated Russian novel where everyone has nine different names fade out and are replaced with random nouns. She clings in her sleep.

Lucien sends an email to his parents with an update, and tells them he misses them but doesn't think there visiting Brockton while it's this much of a disaster zone actually be a good idea even with the recent events. 

He tries to figure out if there's anyone else he could ask for advice, ideally someone who has experience with weird cape things, but... he just abandoned his old team (not that any of the surviving members could give good advice anyways) and barely knows his new one. What would he even ask someone, "hey do you have any advice on how to deal with someone with the same voice and personality as your dead crush showing up in desperate need of being cuddled?" - "yeah sure happens all the time." No, he's not getting any help from a friend on this. 

Normally to distract himself he'd work on Wards paperwork - there was an endless supply - but that's not an option either. Maybe he can... figure out patrol plans for the territory he is meant to take over once he's ready? That is not the absolute worst idea and if he tries hard enough maybe he can stretch it to fill up a few hours of trying to not let it get too salient that May his clinging to him in her sleep.