Bruce patiently waited as the other man pulled out a small notepad and a flash of memory from the boards hit him. Oh! Right.
"Sorry! I should have remembered, this week has been....a lot." Like he needed to tell Mobius. The poor man could barely communicate. "At least you're able to write now? That's got to be a big help." Bruce could sort of understand. Memories of the Hulk's turn at the wheel were always fuzzy, but they existed. And the poor guy had a lot of trouble communicating, especially in the beginning. Bruce had sort of done the math and figured out that the Hulk was basically a baby. The reason he was so much better at speaking with others on Sakaar was because he'd had more time to grow and learn. Speech was still stilted but he was able to get his thoughts across.
And, of course, Bruce wasn't able to say a single word as himself when the other guy took over. Or, at least, he hadn't been. Now that a leprechaun had given him that control (words he still couldn't quite believe if he said them out loud), he did at least have that.
"It's good to properly meet you, then. We've sort of been floating around the same circles for a bit now. You're a friend of Loki's, then?"