[He takes the offered hand immediately, using it to help him scramble up the banks, clothing drenched and hair dishevelled by the water, but his smile is warm.]

Thank you. I seem to have gotten lucky that you were passing along when you were, and that you happened to have that yo-yo on you.

[There's something strange about the other man that he can't quite place and he hesitates, brow furrowing as he considers his rescuer.]

We haven't met before, have we?