The naked, wandering man had a tendency to stop every few paces in order to assess new things that came into view, or take in a new perspective on something in case it sparked some kind of recognition or showed signs of life. When he noticed the other man, however, he hesitated. He'd just woken up in a graveyard, he was naked, covered in what was probably suspiciously red-tinged dirt.. with no memory of anything that had happened before that. He didn't even know who he was, which terrified him. Would the other man help him? Could he even be helped? He wound up just standing there as the other man approached, although he made an effort to cover himself, at the very least.
No recognition crossed the naked man's face. As far as he was aware, he'd never seen this man before in his life. While he was thankful that the other man had approached and not just left him standing there, he still shied away a little as he was addressed. He did need assistance but he didn't know what he needed, not really, and he certainly didn't know how to ask for it. But silence wouldn't really work, so he made an unintelligible croaking noise instead. His throat was dry and hoarse and tasted of dirt, but he managed to clear it a little. "Ye-es," he croaked this time. "I-I don't know," he followed up lamely. What? He didn't know.