"I am writing one right now."

They reached Verdun train station from barrack.

Moreau adjusted his bag, shifting it over his shoulder as he stepped off the train with Renaud beside him, stretching his arms with a loud yawn.

"Goddamn, I am tired but still I will always prefer civilization over those cold barrack's " Renaud muttered, rolling his shoulders.

Moreau smirked, shaking his head. "You act like you've been away for years. You just came yesterday

"It feels like it," Renaud sighed dramatically. "I think I have wrinkles now."

Moreau chuckled. "You had wrinkles before. You just never noticed."

Renaud grumbled under his breath, then glanced at Moreau with a knowing smirk.

"So, going to see your little café girl?"

Moreau rolled his eyes, but the slight twitch of his lips betrayed him. "I suppose I am."

"Good. You've been way too tense lately. Maybe she'll help with that," Renaud grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.