Notably, Gerry doesn't look surprised literally at all. The man doesn't even fucking blink. He just shakes John's hand.
For one, he's more than a little used to things that look human but aren't. He's spent his entire natural life talking to flesh monsters bent into human shapes but full of bones that aren't theirs, plastic clowns with human skin stretched over their ball-jointed bodies, wolf men who grew hair on the inside of their bodies instead of the outside, and corpses being puppeted by anything ranging from a gaggle of spiders to haunted dirt. And for another, Gerry can see right through John's disguise. His steel grey eyes have a greenish sheen to them in certain lights, and he can see the yellow threads that bind John to something larger and more sinister than himself--- and to Arthur.
"Cheers," he agrees easily, meeting John's hand with a thoroughly tattooed one. "So! Shall we go meet Dr. Coldwood's little interdimensional science project?"
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For one, he's more than a little used to things that look human but aren't. He's spent his entire natural life talking to flesh monsters bent into human shapes but full of bones that aren't theirs, plastic clowns with human skin stretched over their ball-jointed bodies, wolf men who grew hair on the inside of their bodies instead of the outside, and corpses being puppeted by anything ranging from a gaggle of spiders to haunted dirt. And for another, Gerry can see right through John's disguise. His steel grey eyes have a greenish sheen to them in certain lights, and he can see the yellow threads that bind John to something larger and more sinister than himself--- and to Arthur.
"Cheers," he agrees easily, meeting John's hand with a thoroughly tattooed one. "So! Shall we go meet Dr. Coldwood's little interdimensional science project?"