Oliver's grin was so wide it almost hurt as he watched Marco bound across the room, turning the chair so he could watch. He honestly hadn't thought the idea would be that exciting, but the reaction was about as pleasant a surprise as he could wanted. For a strange second he could feel his eyes burn, like the feeling that he could do something that simple to make someone else that happy touched him in a place that hadn't stirred in a while. It made him think of home, Jason, his nieces, but all in the best ways. Damn, he was going to miss having this kid around all the time.
He cleared his throat and composed himself a little better when Marco returned, inspecting the soldiers carefully. "Well...let's see. This one's Kippy," he pointed to the one in Marco's right hand, who was kneeling. He hadn't actually given any of them toys names, but naming after guys in his old unit made sense to him. And he'd remember if asked. "And this one," he tapped a finger against the other one, which was running in place, "is Mills. You picked good. They're great guys and they can handle a mission away from the rest of the unit. You watch their back and they'll watch yours."