Knowing each other (Don't starve Wilwes / Wesson)

The encounter

Wilson was alone. He's been alone a long time, to be fair, even longer than he's been stuck in the Constant. But sometimes he stopped to think about it, his loneliness here. It wasn't the same as his loneliness back at home. It was much more hard to deal with, without a doubt. He was staring blankly at an extinct fire pit. It was going to get dark soon and was too late to do anything more than to wait for the moon to rise once again, as always. It's weird, but it started feeling like a routine to him. Once it was dark, he lit the fire pit, and sat in a log.
"I'm tired of this" he said to nobody.

***

Morning. Last night he was trying to stay awake to look out for possible threats. Unfortunately, he fell asleep, since he had been awake three days straight. When Wilson opened his eyes and noticed he fell asleep, he looked at himself and the things around him, worried.
Then he noticed he was okay. Everything was okay, and the fire pit still on.
"Weird... It wasn't too strong last night, how-" A tall man was walking towards him from the woods. Wilson thought it was Maxwell at first, which was quickly discarted by him when the appeareance of the figure became clearer.
It was a man, yes. A very skinny, maybe even a little bit wimpy man with a puffy red sweater and high-waisted pants. He was also wearing... Makeup? Wilson realized, he was a mime. When the man got close enough to Wilson, he freezed. He wasn't expecting Wilson to be awake just yet.
"... Who are you?" said the smaller man, wary of the other's presence.
The mime opened his mouth, but then shut it. He picked up a twig, and wrote roughly on the floor "W E S".
"Well... Wes, I'm Wilson. What are you doing here? Why are you on my camp?"
Not to lie, Wilson was actually really happy, even ecstatic to see another breathing human being, but also wasn't going to commit the stupid mistake of showing his soft side so quickly. He could easily be tricking him. The mime got Wilson out of his inner ramblings by tapping his shoulder, and then pointed at his own lips "I was excited to see another person here. Thought I would help" he carefully lipped before giving Wilson a sweet smile.
Somehow this smile made Wilson's heart skip a beat. He tried to not think too much about that. <Pretty sure it's just the nerves> he thought to himself.
"Well, then I guess we could work together" Wilson also smiled a little. The mime seemed mostly harmless and that was reassuring at best. He would still be careful, nontheless.