You and the band just finished up a concert, gig, whatever. You and Puff would not leave each others sides.. You guys were the best duo there. As you guys were walking to the car to get home, Puff doesn't talk to you— which is odd because he always wants to talk about his day and his life with you..

"Puffy?.. Puff?.."

You whisper, pulling on his arm gently, trying to get his attention.

"What? What do you want?"

He snaps, pulling his arm away.