"I considered that," he replied agreeably. "But when you live where I do, you tend to go to the pizza. The pizza does not often come to you." He had no regrets about living out in the middle of nowhere, however. For one, he enjoyed keeping mostly to himself. For another, it helped. When his friends had needed the bit of isolation to help them heal, his home had provided an excellent refuge. And he was willing to offer it, first to John, and then to Harry as well.
The invitation seemed to increase. Was that normal? Socialising was almost foreign to him in so many ways. He shifted his weight, running the offer over in his mind. It would mean more time with someone else. But he found Molly's company quite pleasant and he didn't think he minded. "If it wouldn't be an inconvenience," he finally offered.