It matters because it's fucking important!

[His voice cracked a little with his tone, still hushed because he doesn't want to alert people outside the room that they're up, but god damnit. Burying his face into Iwaizumi's hair again and reaching with one hand, reaching into the blankets to find that right hand, Oikawa holds the wrist. He doesn't want to hurt him, he never wants to hurt him.]

I wanted to be there with you anyway, do you not trust me to have your back, Hajime?