Actually, he was almost asleep when he heard the faint voice. It was certainly unlike any other down in ghoul territory. Mostly everyone down there sounded very slow, very drawn out, with no emotion, and it did not sound like the voice that he was hearing.
Blinking open his eyes, Graham stared down his arm, toward his hand. Frowning a bit, he lifted his head up from his shoulder and upper arm to give a very confused look around.
Was he even hearing a voice? Or was it his imagination? He slowly looked back toward the other person-- the dead-ish guy-- and then moved a little to try and look around to see if he could see anything or anyone.
And where was Clover?
"huh?" He wrinkled his nose and dragged his hand back in to rest his chin on.