I am with a friend, watching clips of Andrew Scott on the red carpet.
“I bet he’s totally sound in real life,” she says, as on screen, Scott hops from one foot to another, his eyes bright and crinkly, engaging enthusiastically with the interviewer. Clip after clip, he’s there, with his eyebrows waggling, always in motion, always doing his best to make the person with the microphone’s job a little bit easier.