Buffy was silent for a few moments. Of all the faces, it had to be Angel's didn't it. Still, she knew now, listening to him, looking at him - that he wasn't Angel. He looked a lot like Angel, but he wasn't. This was all so crazier, it was crazier than finding out she was the Slayer, period. Having Merrick show up, finding out that monsters really were real.
"I'm sorry," Buffy said softly, not looking Booth in the eye. She really wished she could dissapear right now, but it didn't seem like the earth was going to open up and swallow her any time soon.
When he mentioned food, she looked up at him then noticed he had prepared a plate for her. Instantly Buffy's stomach grumbled, and she almost sheepishly sat down at the table.
"Thanks," she attempted a smile at him, and it came out looking rather strained. She felt dizzy, so she took a bite of the English Muffin. Honestly, she'd be fine fighting a vampire right now, instead of having to deal with all of this. The demon who brought her here had a lot of explaining to do.
"Is, that what you want me to call you?" Buffy asked. "Booth?"
Not Angel, she told herself mentally. Not Angel. She wished it was. She really did wish Angel was here, to hold her and tell her everything would be okay, even though it wasn't going to be.
"My head feels like it's going to explode," Buffy admitted. "Did you know her? The other me? The one who was here before?"