When Captain America came back with the rescued men, Cosmé breathed a sigh of relief. He liked the big lug (although he’d liked him just as well when he was a little lug in Brooklyn), and now they could finish the tour. Except it turned out they weren’t going to finish the tour, and Cosmé’s job was going to vanish the minute they hit New York.
“Don’t sweat it,” he told Steve, who was inclined to feel responsible. “It’s not like I’ve never lived on cabbage. And hey, maybe I’ll find some rich society dame who needs a piano player!”