"Fuck your career!" Astor’s face was drawn. "I’m not referring to that." He reached forward to take Draco’s hand, his expression stern. "I’m concerned about your health, Draco. I’m not sure what this is doing to you. Your anxiety. Your stress. This all can’t be helping." Astor’s eyes narrowed. "Tell me, are you still monitoring your blood pressure like that Muggle physician instructed?"