Tiny Ted, after a very uncertain start, found Mr. Jones to be very companionable, in fact. Not at all the cross, scary Welshman he appeared to be upon their first meeting. Eventually, Tiny Ted would learn that it wasn't at all the presence of Tiny Ted that had been the cause of Mr. Jones' ire, but rather something that the man-in-the-braces had done.
Tiny Ted was to further learn over the ensuing weeks that the man-in-the-braces frequently was the cause of a cross Mr. Jones, but was also – fortunately more frequently – the cause of a very-happy-indeed Mr. Jones.
Tiny Ted was quite relieved to learn that he wouldn't be residing in cups anymore, especially after having seen that they were also used for Mr. Jones' scalding beverages. And he was also quite relieved when Mr. Jones took him from the Hub and back home at days' end. Tiny Ted hadn't been at all comfortable with the way the giant birdie had looked at him as if he were a nibble.
After that, Tiny Ted had a much quieter existence for a fair while. He resided on the otherwise immaculate nightstand. That was Mr. Jones' side of the bed. Tiny Ted didn't fancy his chances of having much space on the other nightstand, where the man-in-the-braces – Jack, Mr. Jones called him – routinely deposited pocketful's of receipts, notes, wrappers, currency, foil packets, and citations, along with his wristwatch and leather cuff. Tiny Ted gathered that Mr. Jones actually preferred Mr. Jack to empty his pockets each night, because one of the things that seemed to make him cross was going through pockets before doing the washing.
That had been Tiny Ted's comfortable existence for months. Until the day the man-in-the-braces came into the bedroom without Mr. Jones. Tiny Ted had witnessed a tear or two from both Mr. Jones and Mr. Jack, especially after something had happened to the cute girl who'd bought him for Mr. Jones and the grumpy doctor who'd written his letter of introduction to Mr. Jones. Tiny Ted knew this was different, though, because now Mr. Jack was alone. It took Mr. Jack a long time to go through the apartment, carefully and lovingly packing everything away into boxes. Tiny Ted watched helplessly as Mr. Jack came to pack the bedroom last. Mr. Jack sat on the floor at Mr. Jones' side of the bed and cried for a very long time. Tiny Ted wished he could cry, too.
Eventually, Mr. Jack, with rather a lot of difficulty, began to pack the bedroom. Tiny Ted watched as Mr. Jones' clothes were packed up – his bespoke suits put into their proper garment bags, his fine silk ties rolled and wrapped in tissue before being put away. The bed was stripped and Mr. Jones' navy, pin-striped bedclothes packed along with the pillows. The lamps were taken from the nightstands and packed. The alarm clock was packed. Tiny Ted was all that was left, and he was scared. He knew he'd never see daylight again after going in one of those boxes.
Mr. Jack picked up Tiny Ted and automatically reached toward the box with the bedding.
Then he stopped and, without even glancing at Tiny Ted, slipped him into the right pocket of his military greatcoat. Mr. Jack gently patted his pocket and murmured, "Come on, Ianto. We're getting the hell off this planet."