She stared, eyes widening as the changes in his expression caught up with her. His wincing and nervousness in turn making her shoulders sink and sparked a little fluttery ache in her chest. The embarrassment worsened, but now for a new reason.

Seeing that typed frowny face was the worst, and it struck her then that she had no idea what to say to make Jericho feel better. So... so with nothing else forthcoming she wrote what out what came to mind.

You didn't do anything wrong. And you're really nice Jericho.
I just think its weird and probably not fair because you have to type but I just do it because I can't speak up right.
Writing is just easier than talking for a bunch of reasons.