He was extremely reclusive. If I saw him once every two months, that was a lot.

We didn't see anything. We didn't hear anything. His window shades were always down.

We rarely saw him. A couple months would go by without us seeing him. He was reclusive.

I'm a reclusive weirdo.

We've been extremely busy, but no more or no less last month than most other months. It's just a busy time. It's not due to any one particular thing.

I'm not reclusive. I'm out and about.