Morningside Cuesta Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens..

nothing behind the eyes. a thousand-yard stare. or maybe it was tears from the pollen. whatever it was, whittaker was perfectly content to settle on the theory that this guy was a serious liability to himself and anybody within a 10 meter radius of him.
he sighs. he'd been doing that a lot recently.
christ, man. i mean— he leans back and braces himself, but it's too late.
ACHOO.
augh, fuck. he groans. i didn't know that rain was on the weather forecast today. he gingerly shakes himself from the fine mist of saliva the stranger had just expelled from his face like a geyser. let's get you the hell out of here dude. so you don't, i don't know, start a famine or something.
i'm sure the flowers are really goddamn grateful for the water, though.