[Lars laughs a little, agreeing about Big Donut's corporate—which he suspects is apathetic at best. They've given up if they're letting two inexperienced teenagers run that shop, especially when it's truthfully mostly just Sadie...]

...I mean, he's nice enough, but he's kinda clueless. It's hard to be close to someone who—[doesn't understand people. Lars kind of trails off, not finishing that thought. Not everyone would run into that specific trouble with Ronaldo, probably—but Lars really thought that Ronaldo understood him. A consistent fact in Lars's life has been that people in leads to pain.]

Er... Anyway, can you blame him? I don't think anyone tolerates the trash that falls outta his mouth. He must be thrilled you put up with it.