He knew his father would be prudent enough to have cast a privacy spell before asking such a question, so Draco didn't bother to do so. "Well, I pissed off my wife and son for leaving to find a cure for a curse that my son got for being colossally stupid. Only I failed massively. So now the people I love are pissed at me and my son is dying. How the fuck do you think I'm fairing?"
He bit his lip, knowing his father meant well. "Sorry. How are you?"