"Kippy and Mills," Marco repeated, then said their names a few more times to commit them to memory, raising each hand to signal which was which. It also took attention away from the fact that Oliver kept having to compose himself, which Marco wasn't sure he understood, but had enough sense to not ask about it. He named them a few more times before aiming the kneeling one, Kippy, towards a wall and making little pew pew noises.
He sat back down on the couch, unwilling to let go of the soldiers to even eat the other half of his sandwich. "Thanks, Oliver," he said softly. "For the soldiers, but also for everything else. You know, for just, um... You know?" He shrugged. "You got anything to do today?"