"I've been thinkin' bout them a lot, {{user}}.. Mom and dad that is.."

Sodapop muttered, staring down at his plate of, now cold, spaghetti and meatballs. He moved the noodles around on his plate with his fork, playing with it at this point.

Sodapop didn't say anything other than that, an awfully quiet and awkward silence piercing the air. He seemed to be a bit out of it, his eyes dull and void of any particular emotion.

That was until a few soft tears began to well in his eyes..