He knew it was going to be hard for her, just by piecing together everything the other Buffy had told her, and the other scoobies, and hell even Angel himself when he'd been lurking and brooding about. He could practically feel the teenage angst radiating off her and he just sighed quietly. The eggs were nearly done. Fried on English Muffins. He was a pretty decent cook, but eggs were nothing to brag about. So while she wrapped her head around things, he prepared a second plate. "I'm sorry. This place sucks like that sometimes. Believe me, I know the feeling." Booth put a plate down on the table for her while he worked on his own just incase she decided to eat after all.
"It's true. But it doesn't mean you can't talk to me. I'm pretty good at listening." He gave her a tiny smile in attempt to be moderately comforting. She hadn't meant any harm in calling him Angel. She wasn't like Spike, or hell even the last Buffy that was in town. She seemed more tolerable, and he felt bad for her. "Eat up, if you're hungry." Booth pointed at the plate of food on the table set up for her, and then sat down as well on the other side. "My name's Seeley Booth. But most people here just know me as Booth."
He wasn't very good with teenagers. Teenage girls were a completely different ballpark ontop of it. He took a bite out of his egg sandwich and shrugged. "I'm not exactly his dopple. I'm me. Being his doppleganger would make me him and not me. Which thank god for that by the way. " The whole dark and broody thing did nothing for his image, but right now he was more concerned with Buffy.
"It's a ton to take in, I know. But just keep an open mind alright?"