Her voice was painfully small at that, as if speaking took more effort than it really ought to have. It was none too soothing to hear, then, her trying to endure something that seemed to cause her such trouble for his sake. And he thought...

Well. It was better to spell it out than keep it just a thought. Eyes downcast on his tablet, he took a long time to type. There was a lot to say.

You can do whichever one you like best and that's OK with me.
I was just surprised because it's usually the other way around...in something like this the other person suggest I talk. And then it gets awkward because I actually can't. :\
Sometimes people think it's weird or even rude to talk aloud to me when I can't but it's not...I like hearing what people have to say.
I like reading it too though. So don't worry, one way or the other.
OK?

He sighed, tapping and sending that off. It really was all turned around, wasn't it?