"Ah, sorry, you're right!"

Viktor does not want Yuuri to think he's ungrateful. Doesn't realize who all this is for. Pulling him into a hug, he tips their foreheads together. Breathing in just being together. Never mind the clothes. Even the scarf. This is the best part.

"Thank you. For this."

Then Viktor's own joking/not-joking grin slides onto his face.

"If I'm good, and don't tear your clothes off in public, may I please have a treat when we get home?"