No. Just stop it.

[reynardo]

Dear Robert,

You're my main character. I want you to be honourable, and tortured for the last few years that you weren't able to return the ring that was given to you for safekeeping to the lady whose heart you took as well.

You're supposed to be strong, able, responsible and honest. While the car accident you had meant you couldn't get in touch with the lady all those years ago, it's not like you didn't try to find her.

So why, all of a sudden, are you morphing into an avatar of a guy I first met over twenty years ago whose excuse was always "But I didn't do anything", which was frustrating when you *had* needed him to do something.

I don't need you to be a Beckett. Besides, he's got a cameo back in 1889 in Cleveland Street. So stop it, please.

You need to persuade Enid by your actions that you are to be trusted. Quit it with the puppy-dog look. Show her; don't just use words. Don't push her at the moment. Besides, trust that she will find out independently that you are who you say you are.

No being a bastard. I've got enough trouble with you being bisexual. And whatever you do, don't tell her what you were doing heading for the Lilypond that night.

Sincerely,

Your author.