"It counts," Jack reassures Harry, gently, as he works with his hands. "It isn't the uniform that makes the soldier, after all. Although they are hot," Jack says, as an aside. He shakes his head, returning to the topic at hand. "There's no 'doing it right' or 'doing it wrong', Harry. It's your life. Just because you don't seem to fit in where you're supposed to doesn't mean that it's your fault." Wow, Jack feels like this would have been a conversation he'd have had with his kid, if he'd been allowed to stick around in any of their lives long enough to have it. It makes him feel rather old, although not necessarily in a bad way.